Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars

This sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
Smooth as Frank Sinatra a motherfucking slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, Pringles from 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 in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly fucked with it
California state property you niggas with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Blac head the bomb, al-Qaeda
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 Goff
man acting 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 like a fucking rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes foaming at the mouth, got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
Told 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 doors suicide, I'm in Vegas 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 pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't 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 if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em a year like I'm fucking Halloween
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack baby out his highchair
daddy 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, I'll send a through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm
Sitting in this with music
Your head is Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you a real track into it
Another classic the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for putting cheese on heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought to music
Every in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through '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?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up 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 start fucking Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a bitch from pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to
She got a couple mill and she even know Meek
And ever since that nigga on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke
Nicki get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to his dead body on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You better have Ross me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives except this nigga's
This 1992 shit ain't no new
We in that all black you won't who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them 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 snap you a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never been no shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with