Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, come to I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game Tyson Beckford six pack
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 to my chest in the field with the colt
Andrew Luck it
We had the rock, hit the block what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've it, Philly would've fucked with it
state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking 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 girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking rep
truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, seat of my Caddy?
Used to them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack
That's caine, no daddy I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm Halloween
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
in this Maybach with music
Your head is like beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I 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 moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
Known for putting cheese on heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I crack to music
Every situation in rap, I've a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm 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?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be out Henny
I got a bitch from pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just speak
See that shit you got with Drake is 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 ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This 1992 shit ain't no new
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news with them loose lips
My nigga packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden 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 never no cool shit
And I've been to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with