Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, come to I pitch at
bitches love 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 my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the
Andrew with 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 state property you stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap 'fraid of
A nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, that's Al Davis
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Goff
Your man girly 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
truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped 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 Penny 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
Artificial motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas 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 flip pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, no relation to Swaggy
that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as like poking holes 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 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
Name a state, I'll send a package it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
in this Maybach with music
Your head is Mustard 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 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 crack to
Every situation in rap, I've been a 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 you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black 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 Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and greasy
start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself to Philly
She got a mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever since 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 leave his dead body on the 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 matter except this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
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 clip with them loose
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop
Nigga, you know I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on ain't never been no cool shit
And been wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with