Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, to where I pitch at
Where bitches The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank with a motherfucking slick back
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 with the colt
Andrew with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've it, Philly would've fucked with it
state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
Game snap on he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on your like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny 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 intelligence motherfucker that's Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the
Tell the dealer pay me be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip them ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before that it was teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't have one
And you can't call yourself if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
Stab you in your sleep and smack baby out his highchair
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, I'll send a through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm
Sitting in this with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the to it
And this scope will get your washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
Known for cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James shit?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, napalm shit
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 bitches be mad and talking
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be out Henny
I got a bitch from 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 nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to his dead body on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who
With guns big to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news with them loose lips
My nigga 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 snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never no cool shit
And I've wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know you live, nigga, you better move quick
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with