Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field 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 with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga that go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want I'll cater
Game snap on everything he a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a Nike rep
Bently Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where duck ducks?
hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle baggies
That's caine, no daddy I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski 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, they get on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is like Mustard beat and put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth washed I attach it to it
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
classic moving 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 getting mad I'm smashing through 'em
can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
Aventador matte black Akon
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my name I pop up like the Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
Lightskin bitches be mad and greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
I'ma start with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a bitch from pack a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she 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
Blood'll be dripping Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked
It could happen
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level a roach feet
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 to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do
This the State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you a toothpick
And snitching on niggas never been no cool shit
And been wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with