Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six
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
as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
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 with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game snap on everything he like a fucking gator
Silver and black Ghost, that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These hoes 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 motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really one
And you can't call yourself dope if you never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your out his highchair
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll send a package it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like 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
Gold on my neck, I your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track 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 to music
Every situation in rap, been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm through 'em
They can get a one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador matte black 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 greasy
I'ma 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 bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow
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 on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter except this
This 1992 shit no new shit
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with loose lips
My nigga packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe