Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like 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
Smooth as Frank Sinatra a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
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 like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
Sigel would've it, Philly would've fucked with it
California property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
Game was on the block in his beanie 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, banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on your back like you Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the cupped up
Don't get me up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence that's Junior Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot 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 them pies ain't no relation to
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle baggies
That's caine, no daddy I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't no ski mask to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, send a package through it
If the fed into it, they get bossed 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 make your bitch put her 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 putting on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
Every situation in rap, been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm through 'em
They can get a one day, if the Cavs 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, napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State 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 Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
Bang the ratchet at and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like if I poke Meek
won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It could lowkey
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 nigga's
This 1992 shit no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking ship
Fuck around and be a news with them loose lips
My nigga packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no shit
Nigga, you know that I'll you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never been no cool
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So tell your vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with