Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the with the colt
Andrew Luck 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 loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
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 Now or Laters
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
Tell the pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before that it was teeth and nickle sack baggies
caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one
And you call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
to ether 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 sleep and smack baby out his highchair
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't 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 into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in Maybach 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 bring a track into it
Another moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
Known for putting on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought to music
Every situation in rap, been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm through 'em
can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, 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 talking
I'ma start fucking them Dej and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we 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 sheets
It happen lowkey
You have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level 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 big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with 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 know that I'll snap you a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with