Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
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 in the field with the colt
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, would've fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
Game was on the block in his with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me up, you see the semi tucked, duck
the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the
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 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 ain't really one
And you call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as fuck like poking in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll send a through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your head is Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a 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 crack to
Every situation in rap, I've been a savage it
And all hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game shit
say my name I pop up like the State Farm 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 start fucking Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he be pouring out Henny
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she even know Meek
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got Drake is like a slow leak
be dripping 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 sheets
It could happen
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who
With guns big enough to sink a cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
This the State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck Q-Tip
We know you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with