Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the with the colt
Andrew Luck it
We had the rock, hit the block what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've with it
California state property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap 'fraid of
A nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game snap on everything he a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on your like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to roll the for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to
And I move Ps, no relation to Swaggy
Before it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really one
And you can't call yourself dope if you never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em a year like I'm fucking Halloween
ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed hack it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the to it
And this scope will get mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
Another classic moving the way to to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for putting cheese on niggas the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I crack to music
situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the 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
start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be out Henny
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple and she don't even know Meek
And ever since nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming at 4 a.m
deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except this
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
around and be a news clip with them loose lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with