Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no 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
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with
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 wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff
Your man girly 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 Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas the five
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 can't call dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking
This ain't a dream, nigga a nightmare
Stab you in sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your head is like Mustard and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I your bitch put her back into it
Usain if you bring a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to 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
They can get a one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
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 Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
the ratchet 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 Drake is a slow leak
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You better Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all matter except 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 with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't do shit
This the State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on ain't never been no cool shit
And I've wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better quick
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with