Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The like Tyson 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
Smooth as Frank Sinatra a motherfucking slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
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
Andrew Luck it
We had the rock, hit the block like up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
Sigel loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Blac head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game snap on he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, bullets getting tossed
16 on your like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
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 fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked up
I'm 'bout to 'em like a cactus
that bitch 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 Vegas shoot the
Tell the dealer pay me be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, 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 sack
That's caine, no daddy I ain't really have one
And you call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, I'll a package through it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this with music
Your 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 make your bitch put her back it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real into it
classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for putting cheese on niggas 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 getting mad cause I'm 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?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon
Nas ether niggas, napalm shit
say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
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 Minne-Apolis a semi
Bang the at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple and she don't even know Meek
And ever since nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke
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 this
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 loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
This the Golden 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 wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better quick
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with