Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field the colt
Andrew with it
We had the rock, hit the block what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild
Silver and black Ghost, that's Al Davis
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, bullets getting tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle baggies
caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski to do it
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll a package through it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth washed I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
Another moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
Every situation in rap, I've a savage through it
And all hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
Aventador matte Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
Lightskin bitches be mad and greasy
start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And ever since that snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives except this nigga's
1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking ship
Fuck around and be a clip with them loose lips
My nigga packed you out and you ain't do shit
the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with