Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that rap, kick 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 my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my in the field with the colt
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked it
state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap 'fraid of
A nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas the five
Tell the pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back of my Caddy?
to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and sack baggies
caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like holes in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking
This ain't a dream, nigga a nightmare
Stab you in sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't no ski mask to do it
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
Another classic the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for putting 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 these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my name I pop up like the Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej and Dreezy's
I'ma start with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don't
See shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to his dead body on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all matter except this nigga's
1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to a fucking cruise ship
Fuck and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop
Nigga, you know I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with