Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the
Andrew Luck it
We had the rock, hit the block like up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck it
Sigel would've it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Blac head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
Game snap on he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the 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 talking practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's 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 seat of my
Used to them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, no relation to Swaggy
that it was missing teeth 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 Drag-On
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
daddy 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, send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
in this Maybach with music
Your is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real 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 heads the way the do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
Every in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these getting 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 car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, napalm shit
say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
Lightskin bitches be mad and greasy
start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
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 since that nigga snitched on me we don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
Blood'll be dripping like if I poke Meek
won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter except this
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all you won't 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 nigga packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you like a
And snitching on niggas ain't been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool
So tell your vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the with