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 Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the with the colt
Andrew 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 would've loved it, Philly would've with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild
Silver and black Ghost, that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back you fucking Jeff Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking rep
truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking practice
The is A.I
intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was 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 niggas
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your and smack your baby out his highchair
daddy 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 bossed on like I'm
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the to it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back it
Usain if you bring a real track into it
Another classic the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
Known for putting cheese on niggas the way the Packers 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 at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
Lightskin be mad and talking greasy
start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow
Or you could pick your 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 back to
She got a mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever that nigga snitched 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 Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked
It could happen
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do
the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never been no cool
And I've wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with