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
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 to my chest in the field with the colt
Luck with 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
California state property you stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, where duck ducks?
These foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence 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, back seat of my
Used to flip pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was missing and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't have one
And you can't yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
Stab you in your sleep and smack your 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 a package through it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this with music
Your head is like beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her into it
Bolt if you bring a real track into it
Another moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for cheese on niggas heads 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 hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas niggas, Game napalm 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 talking
I'ma fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to
She got a couple mill and she don't even Meek
And ever since that 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
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except nigga's
This 1992 shit no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who and who Crip
With guns big to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on ain't never been no cool shit
And I've wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start thinking twice who you hop in the coupe with