Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

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 four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
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
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 like 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 property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Blac head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game snap on he like 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 Jeff Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
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, the Henny cupped up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about
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?
to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, no relation to Swaggy
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 if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack baby out his highchair
Your 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, send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on I'm Massachusetts
in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a 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 putting cheese on niggas heads the way the do it
And I had the yay, yea I crack 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 ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador matte black 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 fucking them Dej and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you could your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I Meek
won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead on the soaked sheets
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except this
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
around and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters 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 wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the with