Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, kick back, to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No in my pack, ain't 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 field with the
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm what you rap 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking gator
Silver and black Ghost, that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, bullets getting tossed
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it like a Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em 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 shoot the five
the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip them ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no 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 like poking holes in the
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, hurricane a nightmare
you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, send a package through 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 mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a track into it
classic 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 the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought to music
situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad 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?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador matte Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, napalm shit
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"
Lightskin bitches be mad and greasy
I'ma start them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis a semi
Bang the at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't 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
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the sheets
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
This a diss, nigga
is all lives matter except 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 and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you like a
And snitching on niggas ain't never been no shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with