Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can you in four 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, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the
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 like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked 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 'fraid of
A Compton 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 snap on everything he like a fucking wild
and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the
The Rams is back, bullets getting tossed
16 on your back you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it like a Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back of my Caddy?
Used to them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really one
And you can't call yourself if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your 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
Name a state, I'll send a package it
If the fed hack into it, they get on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach music
head is like Mustard 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 back it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
classic moving the way to Aftermath 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
Every situation in rap, I've been a savage it
And all these getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my name I pop up 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 them Dej and Dreezy's
I'ma start with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to
She got a couple mill and she don't know Meek
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See shit you got with 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 his dead body on the soaked sheets
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter except nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to a fucking cruise ship
Fuck and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you like a
And snitching on niggas ain't never no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give this pool stick
So your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with