Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, back, come to where I pitch at
bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the with the colt
Andrew with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my gunnas in the truck with it
would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he a fucking wild gator
and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
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 Philly for the game, and she talking about
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I really have one
And you can't call yourself if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm Halloween
This ain't a dream, hurricane a nightmare
you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, I'll send a through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this with music
Your head is like Mustard and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth washed I attach it to it
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real into it
Another classic moving the way to to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
Known for cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
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 be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to
She got a couple mill and she even know Meek
And ever since that nigga on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked
It could happen
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who
With big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you like a
And snitching on niggas ain't never no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool
So tell lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know you live, nigga, you better move quick
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with