Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that rap, kick back, come 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 sick
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 the colt
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 truck it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've with it
California property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
was on the block 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 you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna 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
me Left Eye back, take 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, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These foaming 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
intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip them ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before that it was teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I really have one
And you can't call yourself if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
daddy 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 through it
If the fed hack into it, they get on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
Another classic the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
Every situation in rap, I've been a savage it
And all these hoes getting mad I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
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"
Lightskin be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej and Dreezy's
I'ma beefing with Cole, Drizzy 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 at Denny's and fly herself 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 shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to his dead body on the soaked sheets
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except nigga's
1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who and who Crip
guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with loose lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop
Nigga, you that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We know you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with