Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, come to I pitch at
Where bitches The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the
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 what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked it
California state property you niggas with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game on everything he like 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 bullets getting
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me 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 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas the five
the dealer 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 ain't no to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't 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 scare 'em once a year like I'm Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
Your 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 a package through it
If the fed hack it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this with music
Your head is like beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope get your mouth 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 into it
Another classic moving the way to 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 to music
Every situation in rap, I've been a through it
And all these getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game shit
Niggas say my name I pop up 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 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 Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that you got with Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be 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 call me or you gon' be eye with a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter this nigga's
1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a cruise ship
Fuck around and be a clip with them loose lips
My nigga 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 been to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe