Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus 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 young gunnas in the truck it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've with it
California state property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie with 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 banana Now or
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want beef cater
Game on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, that's Al Davis
me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it like a Nike rep
truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These hoes at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
Told that bitch to 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 the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he 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 move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle baggies
That's caine, no cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like holes in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't no ski mask to do it
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this with music
Your head is like beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back it
Usain Bolt if you bring a 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 crack to music
Every situation in rap, been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing 'em
can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the 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 start fucking them Dej Loafs and
I'ma beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly back to Philly
She got a couple and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow leak
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead on the soaked sheets
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking ship
Fuck and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't do shit
the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you a toothpick
And on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool
So tell lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start thinking twice who you hop in the coupe with