Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, kick back, to where I pitch at
bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my 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 loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar Jada
Let me you who suck, like 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
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets tossed
16 on your like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking rep
Bently Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny 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
Artificial intelligence motherfucker Junior Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he from 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 relation to
Before that it was teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I really have one
And you can't yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski to do it
Murder is 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
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is like Mustard beat and put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your washed when I attach 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 classic the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
for putting cheese 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 these hoes mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap in James Bond shit?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my name I pop up like the Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from pack a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with is like a slow leak
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to his dead body on the soaked sheets
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all matter except this nigga's
This 1992 shit ain't no new
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose
My nigga Drizzy 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 like a
And snitching on niggas ain't been no cool shit
And I've been to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the with