Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
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 Pringles the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my in the field with the colt
Andrew with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck it
would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef cater
Game snap on everything he a fucking wild gator
and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
'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, where them ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked 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 motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to
And I move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack
That's caine, no daddy cause I really have one
And you can't call yourself if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas 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 your sleep and smack 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
Name a state, I'll send a through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm
in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard and I'll put the ratchet to it
And scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I your bitch put her back into it
Usain if you bring a real track into it
Another moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
Known for putting on niggas 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 savage it
And all these hoes mad cause I'm smashing 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 driven by a
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, Game shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
Lightskin be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like if I poke Meek
won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to his dead body on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except this
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 sink a fucking cruise
Fuck around and be a clip with them loose lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no shit
Nigga, you know that I'll you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the with