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 kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a slick back
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 with the colt
Andrew Luck it
We had the rock, hit the block like up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, would've fucked with it
state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his 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, banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want I'll cater
snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
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 Vegas shoot the
Tell the pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip them pies no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before that it was missing and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really one
And you call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the to it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I it to it
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you a real track into it
classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for putting cheese on niggas the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I crack to music
Every in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing 'em
They can get a one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the meet in James Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
Aventador matte Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking
start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself to Philly
She got a mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke
won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to his dead body on the soaked sheets
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 matter except this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who
With guns big enough to a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know I'll snap you like a toothpick
And on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with