Luyện nghe bài hát 400 Bars

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

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

Check my no clouds in my stones

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

Yeah, scale nigga, what up ghost this

Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke
Drama let the lama lick niggas Charles Oaklee
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 bar, Louis bag and fuck em all
Bitches and fast car, nigga I want it all

Yeah, word to my nigga, I want it all

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

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

your 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 mind you on tellin rap the bunks
The club nigga no capitain crunch,
This for my dog niggas eat cats for lunch
Im hungry I aint trapped in months
So actin stunt 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 rocked out whats up
I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway
Lincoln and I copped it off on ebay
I pop champ its my b day, force power
Under my hood like its an olympic
My Rida on time, no delay
I rais a million dollars send it off to

Word to my red cross, I dont fuck redcross

Im all mad EA, I'm in VA
Money talks with Dre and on threeway
Them 28's thats my dj they spinning
When I took trips OT, I never shit
I just drop then cop, and I tennis shit
and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins
In there for the I be down in ten on six
Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to it in

Dam that was good, but I'm hungry

And I'm living it, I be out in shit
They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness
They say Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit
If T.I.P is kobe then it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit
as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the of Compton I would get it in
I was outcasted andre,
Now I slide through in my dominican woman

She like on sinners in, yeah

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

Yea keep nigga

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

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

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

I tell you bout fucking rats

They even and bend over to catch
No matter how you look at it I hate fucking
Get my of Ciroc and I twist the cat
Sit back watch the nba play or rolla back
fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread
In the on the war like a fucking fathead
Two on your back one sack, yeah
This my block and you niggas cant 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, come through like
The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 steeb
The B S H blaze in this muthafucka
The cars outside, the caves in muthafucka
I should let off a couple straighs in this
Fuck that. get laid in this muthafuck

Yo, your friends to get wit my friends

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

the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud

Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle
my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe
Harlem way to moving packs yo
Might have lost a friend, but I got my gat though
Blast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in RAV4
But now I pull up in the with the crash board
the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for

Sometimes I can be a fucking

In the bake with my on, look at this nigga ayyon
take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a mission, but we dont give fuck
Cause if we make it out, house bigger truck
Im in a club with a glock, nigga what
me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt
I aint gon do 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 cunt on it

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

Dont make me think we got camels 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, to revouse shit
down the Mississippi got her down south click
And my like, we aint know all about this
And any nigga ever snitch, got his mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his throat slid
Cut em like filet mignon and em off the boat bitch

em to the shark then dock the yacht

Oil in the water, damn the ocean so
Time to finish off this on some trench coat shit
Its a drug war, life, Grand Theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man
Come through off some retarded shit, grand text
Where my 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 if you want em nigga

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