Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I at
Where bitches love The Game like Beckford six pack
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank with a motherfucking slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 to my chest in the field with the colt
Andrew with it
We had the rock, hit the like what's up with 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, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef cater
snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, 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 like you fucking Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
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 tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
Told that to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas the five
Tell the pay me don't 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 Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and sack baggies
That's caine, no 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
Game raw as fuck like poking in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your 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
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the to it
And this will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back it
Usain if you bring a real track 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 cheese 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 a savage 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 black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm
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 start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you could your favorite 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 nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You better Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all matter except this nigga's
1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in that all 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 nigga Drizzy packed you out and you 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 never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this 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 coupe