Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I at
Where bitches love The like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Sinatra 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
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field the colt
Andrew Luck 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
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked it
state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
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 tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on your back you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
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 up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
that 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, seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no cause 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 Drag-On
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
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your and smack your baby out his highchair
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't no ski mask 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, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the to it
And this scope will get mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make bitch put her back into it
Usain if you bring a real track into it
Another moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
Known for putting cheese on heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought to music
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 else you seen parked at the meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
Aventador matte Akon 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 Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you pick your favorite 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 and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don't
See that shit you got with is like a slow 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 his dead body on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except 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 sink a fucking cruise
Fuck around and be a news clip them loose lips
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 I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start thinking twice who you hop in the coupe with