Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, come to I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my in the field with the colt
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've with it
California state property you niggas with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game snap on everything he like a fucking gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, them duck 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 about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really 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 poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
ain't 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 need no ski to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, send a package through it
If the fed hack it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this with music
head 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
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain if you bring a real track into it
Another classic the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the 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, been a savage through it
And all these hoes mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen 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 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"
Lightskin bitches be mad and greasy
I'ma fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
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 since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with is like a slow leak
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked
It could happen
You have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This 1992 shit no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose
My nigga packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll you like a toothpick
And on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with