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 bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a wrap
Smooth as Frank with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking from the crack
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, Philly would've fucked it
California state property you stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas 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 beef I'll cater
Game snap on he like a fucking wild gator
and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you Jeff Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
'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,
the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before that it was teeth 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 niggas
Game raw as fuck like poking 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 baby out his
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll send a package it
If the fed hack 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 make your put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you a real track into it
Another classic the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches 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 situation in rap, I've a savage 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 matte black Akon
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
Lightskin be mad and talking greasy
start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he 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 mill and she don't even Meek
And ever since that nigga on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
Blood'll be dripping like if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead on the soaked sheets
It could happen
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 except this
This 1992 shit ain't no new
We in that all black you won't who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no 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 give Nicki pool stick
So tell your vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with