Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, kick back, come to I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
Smooth as Frank with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field the colt
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck it
Sigel loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga 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 want I'll cater
Game snap on he like a fucking wild gator
and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked up
I'm 'bout to 'em like a cactus
that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence that's 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, back of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm Halloween
This ain't a dream, hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, I'll a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and put the ratchet to it
And this will get your 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 moving the way to to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
Every in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing 'em
can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap in James Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
Aventador matte Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
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 talking
I'ma start them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and 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 don't know Meek
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked
It happen lowkey
You have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all matter except this nigga's
This shit 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 and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do
This the State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with