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 bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a wrap
as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the with the colt
Andrew with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up 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 niggas with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want beef cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently 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 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 doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he from Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat of my Caddy?
to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before that it was missing teeth and sack baggies
caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one
And you can't yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
raw as fuck 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 a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
daddy 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, send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm
Sitting in this Maybach music
head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get mouth washed when I attach it to it
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real into it
Another 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 brought crack to
Every situation in rap, been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
I'ma start beefing Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I Meek
won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with loose lips
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters on no hoop shit
Nigga, you that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So tell lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with