Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your at?
I can you in four 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 singles in my Shaqs, Pringles from the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the with 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
Sigel would've loved it, Philly fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
Game on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets 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 yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking rep
Bently Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, them duck ducks?
These foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
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 shoot the five
Tell the pay me don't 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 move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and sack baggies
caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one
And you can't yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his
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, send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is like Mustard and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her into it
Bolt if you bring a real track into it
Another moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I crack to music
Every in rap, I've been a savage through 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 else you seen at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game shit
Niggas say my name I pop up the State Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
Lightskin be mad and talking greasy
I'ma fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even Meek
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
is all lives matter except this nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
Fuck and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no shit
Nigga, you know I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never been no shit
And I've been wanting to Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with