Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game Tyson Beckford six pack
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a 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 from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field the colt
Andrew with it
We had the rock, hit the block what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on your back you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These hoes at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to roll the 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 the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I really have one
And you call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as fuck like poking in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I 'em once a year like I'm fucking 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
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your head is Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a track into it
Another classic moving the way to to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought to music
Every in rap, I've 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 else you seen at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
say my name I pop up like the State Farm 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 them Dej Loafs and
I'ma beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself to Philly
She got a couple and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm 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
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 won't know who Blood and who
With guns big enough to sink a 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 Golden State and my shooters ain't on no shit
Nigga, you know that snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this stick
So tell your lil' 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