Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson six pack
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the
Andrew with it
We had the rock, hit the block like up with it
Jay was in the Z, my gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm what you rap 'fraid of
A Compton that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the
The Rams is back, bullets getting tossed
16 on your like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny up
Don't get me up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the
Tell the pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
ain't 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 need no ski to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
a state, I'll 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 get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her into it
Usain Bolt if you a real track into it
classic moving the way to Aftermath 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 crack to music
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 one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, Game shit
Niggas say my I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking
I'ma start them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you could pick your rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don't
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 dead body on the sheets
It could happen
You better have Ross me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This 1992 shit ain't no new
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you like a
And snitching on niggas never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to Nicki this pool stick
So tell lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with