Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, to where I pitch at
Where bitches 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 a sick wrap
as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking from the crack
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
would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie 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 Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a wild gator
and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, bullets getting tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
shrug 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 Henny up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, them duck ducks?
These foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas the five
Tell the pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back of my Caddy?
Used to them pies ain't 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 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 poking in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your and smack your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, I'll send a package it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm
Sitting in Maybach with music
head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
Another moving 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
situation in rap, I've been a savage 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 seen parked at the swap in James Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
matte black Akon lips
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up the State Farm 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 Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly 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 shit you got with Drake is like a leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You better Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who
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 ain't on no shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you like a
And snitching on ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice who you hop in the coupe with