Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where love 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 with a wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field the colt
Luck with 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
would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
Game was on the block in his with a Mac
I'm what you rap 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that 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 he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a 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 ducks?
These hoes at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip pies 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 cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the
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 a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm
Sitting in Maybach with music
head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I your bitch put her back into it
Bolt if you bring 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
Known for 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 cause I'm through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, 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
Lightskin bitches be mad and greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
I'ma start beefing with Cole, and Cornrow Kenny
Or you pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself to Philly
She got a couple mill and she even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I 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 Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
This the Golden and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe