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
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra a motherfucking slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
singles 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 Luck 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 loved it, Philly would've with it
California state property you niggas with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga 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 want beef cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking gator
Silver and Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking 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
hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
Told that to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the
the dealer 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 them 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 cause I ain't really one
And you call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
Stab you in sleep 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
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll a package through it
If the fed hack it, they 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
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you a real track into it
Another classic 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 brought 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 ring one day, if the can do it
Who you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, Game 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 be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej and Dreezy's
I'ma 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
Bang the at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow
Blood'll be dripping like 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 soaked
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except this
This 1992 shit ain't no new
We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who
With guns big enough to sink a fucking ship
Fuck around and be a clip with them loose lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the 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 give this pool stick
So tell your lil' thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with