Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, come to 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 wrap
Smooth as Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 to my chest in the field with the colt
Andrew 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 it, Philly would've fucked with it
state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game snap on everything he a fucking wild gator
and black Ghost, nigga 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 Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where duck ducks?
These hoes at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, seat of my Caddy?
to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing and nickle sack 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 niggas
Game raw as fuck like holes in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
ain't a dream, nigga hurricane 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 no ski mask to do it
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll send a package it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard and I'll put the ratchet to it
And scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make 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 Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for 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 ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen parked at the meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon
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 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 with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow 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 Denny's and fly back to Philly
She got a mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through 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 gon' be eye level a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives except this nigga's
This 1992 shit no new shit
We in that all you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news with them loose lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with