Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I at
Where bitches love The Game like Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
singles in my Shaqs, stacking 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, would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap 'fraid of
A Compton nigga could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on your back you fucking Jeff Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker 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 them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before that it was missing and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really one
And you can't call dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your 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, send a package through it
If the fed hack it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard and I'll put the ratchet to it
And scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back it
Usain if you bring a real track into it
classic 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 crack to music
Every situation in rap, I've been a savage 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 parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
foreign car driven 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 be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly back to Philly
She got a couple and she don't 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 slow
be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
This a diss, nigga
This is all matter except this nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip them loose lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you a toothpick
And snitching on ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to Nicki this pool stick
So tell your vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe