Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the my way with 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
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my in the field with the colt
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm what you rap 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want beef cater
Game snap on he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, 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 up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got 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 intelligence that's Junior Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really one
And you can't call yourself dope if you never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga 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
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, I'll send a package it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your head is like Mustard beat and put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your washed when I attach it to it
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you a real track into it
classic 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 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 hoes getting mad I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen parked at the meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
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 fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, 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 Denny's and fly herself to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow
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 happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter except this
1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a clip with them loose lips
My Drizzy 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 you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas never been no cool shit
And I've been to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with