Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, back, come to where I pitch at
bitches 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 in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, Pringles from the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field the colt
Andrew Luck it
We had the rock, hit the like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've with it
California property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi 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 Now or Laters
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on your back you fucking Jeff Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial 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?
to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
that 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 if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga a nightmare
you in your 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 and I'm attracted to it
a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on 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 your mouth washed when I 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 brought to music
Every situation in rap, 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 you seen parked at the swap meet 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 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 Loafs and
I'ma start beefing Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from pack a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even Meek
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It could 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 ain't no new
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big to sink a fucking cruise ship
around and be a news clip with them loose lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you a toothpick
And snitching on ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool
So tell your lil' vivrant thing fuck with Q-Tip
We know you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe