Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, to where I pitch at
Where love The Game like Tyson Beckford 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 a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 to my chest in the field with the colt
Andrew with it
We had the rock, hit the block like up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly fucked with it
California state property you stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga that go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets tossed
16 on your like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
shrug bitch, welcome 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
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior
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 wanna ride, back of my Caddy?
to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was missing and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as fuck like holes in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
ain't a dream, nigga hurricane 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 need no ski to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in Maybach with music
Your head is 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 your bitch put her back into 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
for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought to music
Every situation in rap, I've been a through it
And all these hoes mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
Aventador matte black Akon
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
say my name 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
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a bitch Minne-Apolis pack a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a mill and she don't 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 coming at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the sheets
It happen lowkey
You better Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking 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 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 to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with