Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a 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
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked it
California state property you niggas with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Blac head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
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
the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, seat of my Caddy?
to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation 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 dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as fuck like poking in the Magnum
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 smack your baby out his
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, I'll a package through it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this with music
head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
classic 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 crack to music
situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing '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?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
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 bitches be mad and talking
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just speak
See that shit you got with is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I Meek
Nicki get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the sheets
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives except this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to a fucking 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 hoop
Nigga, you know that I'll you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never been no shit
And been wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with