Luyện nghe bài hát 400 Bars

Heeyo
We bout to burn the streets up with this shit
club
I want to welcome everybody to the rap room
This aint a
is life!

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

Check my armor no clouds in my

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

Yeah, fish scale nigga, up ghost this

Stashin by the old tree, by coke leaf
Drama let the lama lick niggas like Charles
Nigga dont assult me, I banana b r c k esses
And em in a lexus
Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the
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, word to my nigga, I want it all

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

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

Blindfold bitch toss her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch smelling a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, I rap the punk
Dont be any game you on tellin rap the bunks
The club nigga no capitain crunch,
for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch
Im hungry I aint trapped in months
So nigga actin my glock packed a punch

Or have em em when send the pinebox

Leave head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt
To my niggas, we all out whats up jiggas
Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the
continental and I copped it off on ebay
I pop champ like its my b day, force
my hood like its an olympic relay
My Flow on time, no delay
I a million dollars send it off to CHILE

Word to my red cross, I dont 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 trips OT, I winning shit
I just drop then cop, and then I shit
Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All The Benjamins
In there for the benefits I be in ten on six
Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to it in

Dam was good, but I'm still hungry

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

She like on sinners in, yeah

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

Yea wantin nigga

by the subway, fillin through the projects
Come to the mucialago or for an
Number one prospect, the day that I was
Aftermath matic unlkeashed the bastard
respect none of you niggas get in the castket
Talking ratchets, touched a fucking automatic
Drama is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 bars an running, it whith my other classics

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

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

I tell you bout fucking rats

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

Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped

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

Yo, your friends to get wit my friends

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

the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud

Cuffles by the staircase, bottle backdoor
Navigate my way to the south, I used to trap hoe
way to Queensbidge moving packs yo
Might lost a couple friend, but I got my gat though
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 crash
With the mag low, get you you ask for

I can be a fucking asshole

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

Dont put the back on, too many stains on it

When to train on her, call carl
Have em tatoo my on her, Star Trek 2
You know what, fuck it too
Put a little smoke around it then take it home and it
outside, nigga I'm surrounded
Have spot in the jungles till the fuckin feds
Mama your son got a public
I got 5 million in the walls and the

Dont make me think about we got dogs and guns

Aks pompey, he was there he can it
it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out is, tiime to revouse
Settle down the got her down south click
And my niggas like, we aint know all about
And any ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his throat slid
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 so thick
Time to finish off this niggas on trench coat shit
Its a drug war, real life, Grand
Catch you in the streets you up and hit your man next
Come off some retarded shit, just grand text
Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier DMX
Lazier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin
Blueberry, I aint with a muffun sack

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

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