Luyện nghe bài hát 400 Bars

Heeyo
We to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit
Breakfast
I to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room
This aint a
is life!

Its been a long get me accuainted with the world famous
You know how 0 my aim is
range snipers, clash of the titans chrome python
In this 300 like lee
Snob in the bulbllegoose, riding down the
Where fiend put them needles in they arm and let penetrate
Leaning with my fitted straight
27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made

Check my armor no in my stones

Projects ringin standing by the
Two glock on me, bang its the wanted war
That was so fly, now we bought anotha
Screaming out life pouring belve on ya heart
I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it
Kobe can song with it, raw with it
Chop bricks trips ot,
We before I had a goatee, I to bag the OC

Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost

by the old tree, moving by coke leaf
Drama let the lama lick niggas Charles Oaklee
Nigga dont assult me, I banana b r c k esses
And em in a lexus
Im fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace
And I keep clipse on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bout bar, bag and fuck em all
Bitches money and fast car, I want it all

Yeah, word to my nigga, I want it all

Nascar game, why the will I starr
Im the franchize nigga, fucking Paul
Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the and AR
With drop thousand and then fuck it off
of the hell got em done bitch cut raw
She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin

Black Superman, yeah I'm a law
I put this hollowtip on quarter you broken jaw
ER be strong

Blindfold your bitch toss her in the
After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the
Dont be any game mind you on rap the bunks
The breakfast nigga no capitain crunch,
This for my dog niggas eat cats for lunch
Im hungry like I aint in months
So nigga actin stunt my packed a punch

Or have em em when send the pinebox

Leave your head wrapped up months, while I the blunt
To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up
Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the
Lincoln continental and I it off on ebay
I pop champ its my b day, force power
my hood like its an olympic relay
My Rida on time, no delay
I rais a dollars send it off to CHILE

Word to my red cross, I dont fuck redcross

Im all mad EA, I'm in VA
Money talks Dre and Pharrell on threeway
Them 28's my dj they spinning shit
When I took trips OT, I never shit
I just drop then cop, and then I shit
Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All The Benjamins
In there for the benefits I be in ten on six
Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to it in

Dam was good, but I'm still hungry

And I'm it, I be out in venice shit
say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit
They say Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit
If T.I.P is kobe fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit
Long as I'm on the starting I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the of Compton I would get it in
I was outcasted andre,
Now I slide through in my dominican friend

She like putting on sinners in,

You sip me hills, expensive perril sell
It aint tricking, I just spend money on thrills
Big phantoms, wheels
Back see a club make them bitches eat pills
Take patrone shots to the purse with glock
Jay Electronica, a dome shot
So I had to it, nigga I had the killin
I was the turtle when the waist I the rabbit feelin

Yea wantin nigga

by the subway, fillin through the projects
Come to the or for an object
Number one prospect, the day that I was
Aftermath matic the fucking bastard
respect none of you niggas get in the castket
Talking ratchets, touched a fucking automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the
88 bars an running, it whith my other classics

you should have warned these niggas, I'm bout to killem

Yeah trash baggin, this is
And I know you feenin for this, come get your packs
I do it for the music nigga, fuck placks
Aint on no beef shit, but its still fuck the
And I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps
Put the g's where can see it, and if you stunt, you clap
Catch em in the club, thats I stomp em flat
Nigga get up after that, go get a bat

I tell you bout this rats

They even and bend over to catch
No matter how you at it I hate fucking rats
Get my of Ciroc and I twist the cat
Sit back watch the nba play or some rolla
fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread
In the hood on the war a fucking fathead
Two nines on your back one sack,
This my and you niggas cant trap here

Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped

Im killing niggas, I should a hundret tattes
Celebrate your death, toast and clap beers
Its gon be a cold summer, through like burr
The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 curbes
The B S H blaze in this muthafucka
The outside, the caves in this muthafucka
I should let off a couple straighs in this
Fuck that. get laid in this muthafuck

Yo, tell your friends to get wit my

Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license aftermath
Between me now and fuck 50, snitch for halve his cash
If he wastn a bitch, nobody woulde have to blast
Still his down in jacksonville, dont me have to rap your jack
Cause I rather be in Saint and packin bag
bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab
I dont trip Euros, I dont Pounds
Im balling ball bitches, I knock em all down

the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud

Cuffles by the staircase, bottle backdoor
Navigate my way down to the south, I to trap hoe
Harlem way to Queensbidge moving yo
Might have lost a couple friend, but I got my gat
foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in RAV4
But now I up in the truck with the crash board
With the mag low, get you you ask for

I can be a fucking asshole

In the with my mask on, look at this nigga ayyon
Dont take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah
We on a suicide mission, but we give fuck
if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck
Im in a strip club a glock, nigga what
Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and butt
I aint gon do shit but champaigne on her
Hit her from the and watch half of the laker game on her

Dont put the back on, too many cunt on it

When to on her, call carl toon
Have em tatoo my name on her, Star 2
You know what, it atftermath too
Put a little smoke around it then it home and pound it
Helicopter outside, I'm surrounded
Have spot in the jungles the fuckin feds found
Mama your son got a announcement
I got 5 million in the walls and the

make me think about we got camels dogs and guns

Aks pompey, he was he can vouch it
Throw it in the on some oscar the grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out is, tiime to shit
down the Mississippi got her down south click
And my like, we aint know all about this
And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin fixed
You get 25, he get his throat slid
Cut em like filet mignon and throw em off the bitch

Feed em to the shark then the yacht

Oil in the water, damn the so thick
to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit
Its a war, real life, Grand Theft
Catch you in the streets you up and hit your man next
Come through off some shit, just grand text
Where my at, tellem I crazier then DMX
Lazier then eyes, when I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I talking with a muffun sack

up the sauer d's well if you want em nigga

I split open the dutch, then I'm that
You should get a fight California, come fuck with that
Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with
Take it in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that
Dont bring back boarder patrol cuffin that
I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my wrapped
I wake up real owly, lunchin fags
Its real easy, you rap my punchin bag