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, where wrist 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 slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking from the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
Sigel would've loved it, would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton 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 I'll cater
Game on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the
The Rams is back, bullets getting tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye 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
Don't get me up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial motherfucker 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 them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't have one
And you can't yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em a year like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, 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
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll a package through it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is like Mustard beat and put the ratchet to it
And this scope get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you a real track 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 hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
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 rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And ever since that snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping Niagara if I poke Meek
won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead on the soaked sheets
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives except this nigga's
This 1992 shit ain't no new
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
Fuck around and be a news with them loose lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So tell lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the with