Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, to where I pitch at
Where bitches The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
Smooth as Frank Sinatra a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
singles 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 like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked it
state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga that go bar for bar with Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, 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 fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker Junior Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to
And I move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack
That's caine, no cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as fuck like poking in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your out his highchair
Your 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, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the to it
And this scope will get your washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you a real track into it
Another classic 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 in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
can get a ring 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 matte Akon lips
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking
I'ma fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly back to Philly
She got a couple and she don't even know Meek
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke
won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter except this
This 1992 shit ain't no new
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
Fuck around and be a news clip with them 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 know that I'll 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 with
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with