Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
Smooth as Frank with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking from the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my in the field with the colt
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young in the truck with it
Sigel loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold 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 tell you who suck, like banana Now or
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want beef cater
Game snap on everything he like a wild gator
and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on your back you fucking Jeff 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 like a Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's 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 seat of my
Used to flip them ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm 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 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 make your bitch put her into it
Bolt if you bring a real track into it
Another classic the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
Every in rap, I've been a savage through 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 Bond
Another foreign car driven by a
Aventador matte black Akon
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow
Or you could your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch Minne-Apolis pack a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don't
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the sheets
It happen lowkey
You have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives except this nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news with them loose lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never been no shit
And I've wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe