Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I at
Where bitches love The like Tyson Beckford six pack
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's 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, Pringles from the crack
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 block like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my young in the truck with it
Sigel loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie 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
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game snap on he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking 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 ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked up
I'm 'bout to 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to 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
the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat of my Caddy?
to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't have one
And you can't call 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 like I'm fucking Halloween
ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, I'll send a through it
If the fed hack into it, they get on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach music
head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And scope will get your 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 moving the way to Aftermath 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, been a savage through it
And all these hoes mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond
Another car driven 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 bitches be mad and greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself to Philly
She got a couple mill and she even know Meek
And ever since that snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with is like a slow leak
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the sheets
It could happen
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a feet
This a diss, nigga
is all lives matter except this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
Fuck around and be a news clip with loose lips
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters 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 been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come with Q-Tip
We know you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe