Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a wrap
as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles 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 what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, would've fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking gator
Silver and black Ghost, that's Al Davis
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on your like you fucking Jeff Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
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 up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These hoes at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the
the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I really 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 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 your 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 and I'm attracted to it
a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
in this Maybach with music
Your head is like beat and I'll 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 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 to music
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 parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my I pop up like 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 start fucking them Dej and Dreezy's
start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
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 since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got Drake 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 happen
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives except this nigga's
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 cruise 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 hoop
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you a toothpick
And snitching on ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give this pool stick
So tell your vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with