Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This that sick rap, kick back, come to I pitch at
Where bitches love The like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
Counting in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field the colt
Andrew Luck it
We had the rock, hit the block 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 property you stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his with a Mac
I'm what you rap 'fraid of
A Compton that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
Game snap on he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on your back you fucking Jeff 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
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, where duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to 'em like a cactus
Told bitch to roll the Philly 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 shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was missing and nickle sack baggies
caine, no daddy cause 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 poking holes in the
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em a year like I'm fucking Halloween
ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll send a package it
If the fed hack into it, they get on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your head is like beat 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 your put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track 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
can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, napalm shit
say my name I pop up like the State 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 fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch Minne-Apolis pack 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 nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow 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 body on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives except this nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a clip with them loose lips
My nigga packed 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 niggas ain't never been no cool
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start thinking twice who you hop in the coupe with