Luyện nghe bài hát 400 Bars

Heeyo
We bout to burn the streets up with this shit
Breakfast
I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap
aint a mixtape
is life!

Its a long time get me accuainted with the world famous
You how 0 point my aim is
Long range snipers, clash of the titans chrome
In 300 like lee knightis
Snob in the bulbllegoose, riding down the
fiend put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate
Leaning sideways with my fitted
With 27's on point, the are new york minute made

Check my no clouds in my stones

Projects ringin by the cornerstore
Two glock on me, bang bang its the war
That was so fly, now we bought store
Screaming out thug life pouring on ya heart
Money I'm involved it, wake up and ball with it
Kobe can song it, uncut raw with it
bricks take trips ot,
We I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC

Yeah, fish scale nigga, up ghost this

Stashin by the old tree, moving by leaf
Drama let the lick niggas like Charles Oaklee
Nigga dont assult me, I banana b r c k esses
And stuck em in a
Im sitting fat Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace
And I keep clipse on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bout bar, bag and fuck em all
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I it all

Yeah, to my kids nigga, I want it all

Nascar game, why the fuck I starr
Im the franchize nigga, fucking Paul
Empty out the caNNON hit ya you the truck and AR
With drop twohundred and then fuck it off
King of the got em done bitch cut raw
She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin

Black Superman, yeah I'm a law
I put this on quarter inch you broken jaw
ER be fucking

Blindfold your bitch her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch like a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the
Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the
The breakfast nigga no capitain crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for
Im like I aint trapped in months
So nigga actin stunt my glock packed a

Or have em em when send the pinebox

your head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt
To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up
Sometimes I be in B K, Fab on the freeway
continental and I copped it off on ebay
I pop champ its my b day, force power
Under my hood its an olympic relay
My Rida on time, no delay
I rais a million dollars it off to CHILE

to my red cross, I dont fuck with redcross

Im all mad EA, I'm in VA
Money talks Dre and Pharrell on threeway
Them thats my dj they spinning shit
When I took OT, I never winning shit
I just drop then cop, and then I tennis
Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The
In there for the I be down in ten on six
Tell em get me a porterhouse, and ass to bind it in

Dam was good, but I'm still hungry

And I'm it, I be out in venice shit
They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my shit
They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe shit
If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek shit
Long as I'm on the starting I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the city of Compton I get it in
I was outcasted andre,
Now I slide through in my dominican friend

She like putting on sinners in,

You sip me hills, whines perril sell
It aint tricking, I spend money on cheap thrills
Big phantoms, wheels
see like a club make them bitches eat pills
Take patrone shots to the with chrome glock
Jay Electronica, a dome shot
So I had to it, nigga I had the killin
I was the turtle when the waist I make the rabbit

Yea keep wantin

Houseing by the subway, fillin through the
Come to the or for an object
one prospect, the day that I was drafted
Aftermath matic unlkeashed the bastard
Dont respect none of you get in the castket
Talking ratchets, never a fucking automatic
this is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 bars an running, throw it my other classics

Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm to killem

Yeah baggin, this is crack
And I know you been feenin for this, get your packs
I do it for the music nigga, fuck them
Aint on no beef shit, but its still fuck the
And when I'm in New York, I set a of traps
Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you
Catch em in the club, thats I stomp em flat
get up after that, go get a fucking bat

I tell you bout this rats

They even snitch and over to catch
No matter how you look at it I fucking rats
Get my of Ciroc and I twist the cat
Sit back watch the nba play or some rolla
Real fat, yeah, all I do is bread
In the hood on the war a fucking fathead
Two nines on your back one sack,
my block and you niggas cant trap here

Unlkess you get clapped here, head wrapped yeah

Im killing niggas, I have a hundret tattes
Celebrate your death, bottles and clap beers
Its gon be a cold summer, through like burr
The red bullshittin, the 25 steeb curbes
The B S H blaze in this muthafucka
The cars outside, the caves in this
I should let off a straighs in this muthafuck
that. kinda get laid in this muthafuck

Yo, tell friends to get wit my friends

Yeah, me in the parking lot, license plate aftermath
Between me now and fuck 50, wouldnt snitch for halve his
If he wastn a bitch, nobody woulde have to blast
Still his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap jack
Cause I be in Saint Tropez and packin bag
With dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab
I dont Euros, I dont trip Pounds
Im balling ball bitches, till I knock em all

the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud

Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle
Navigate my way to the south, I used to trap hoe
way to Queensbidge moving packs yo
Might have lost a couple friend, but I got my gat
Blast foes, my rap goes can never my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that
But now I pull up in the truck with the board
With the mag low, get you you ask for

I can be a fucking asshole

In the bake with my mask on, look at this ayyon
Dont take your fucking mask off, empty out the cah draw
We on a suicide mission, but we dont give
Cause if we make it out, bigger house truck
Im in a club with a glock, nigga what
Give me your bitch, she got a cuter and bigger butt
I aint gon do but pour champaigne on her
Hit her from the and watch half of the laker game on her

Dont put the back on, too cunt stains on it

When to on her, call carl toon
Have em my name on her, Star Trek 2
You what, fuck it atftermath too
Put a smoke around it then take it home and pound it
Helicopter outside, nigga I'm
Have spot in the jungles till the feds found
Mama your son got a public
I got 5 in the walls and the couches

Dont make me think we got camels dogs and guns

Aks pompey, he was he can vouch it
Throw it in the on some oscar the grouch shit
A of green popped out is, tiime to revouse shit
down the Mississippi got her down south click
And my niggas like, we know all about this
And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth
You get 25, he get his fucking throat
Cut em like filet mignon and throw em off the bitch

Feed em to the shark then dock the

Oil in the water, damn the ocean so
Time to finish off this on some trench coat shit
Its a drug war, real life, Grand
Catch you in the streets you up and hit your man next
Come through off some retarded shit, grand text
my dogs at, tellem I crazier then DMX
Lazier then eyes, when I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I aint talking with a sack

Roll up the sauer d's well if you em nigga

I split open the dutch, then I'm that
You should get a fight California, come fuck with that
Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the with that
Take it down in and hit Young Buck with that
Dont bring nuthin' back boarder patrol cuffin
I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my wrapped
I wake up owly, keep lunchin fags
Its real easy, you rap niggas my bag