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, your wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a wrap
Smooth as Sinatra with a motherfucking 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 with the
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block what's up with 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 property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, Peedi 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 Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
intelligence motherfucker that's Junior 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 flip them ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was teeth and nickle 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 in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
Stab you in your and smack your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I need 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 it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your head is like Mustard beat and put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get mouth washed when I attach it to it
on my neck, I make 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 crack to music
Every situation in rap, I've a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing '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 driven by a
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm
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 them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
Bang the ratchet at and fly herself back to Philly
She got a mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You better have Ross call me or you be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter except nigga's
This 1992 shit no new shit
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you like a
And snitching on ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So tell your lil' thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe