Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking back
No rats in my pack, no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, Pringles 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 what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked it
California state property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you beef I'll cater
snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you Jeff Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, 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 semi tucked,
the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence that's 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 wanna ride, seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy I ain't really have one
And you can't call dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
ain't 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 need 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 into it, they get bossed on like I'm
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is like beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth washed I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real into it
Another classic moving the way to 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 crack to
Every situation in rap, I've a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad I'm smashing 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?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
Lightskin be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
I'ma start beefing with Cole, and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
Bang the ratchet at and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she even know Meek
And ever since nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that you got with Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You better have Ross me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
is all lives matter except this nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose
My nigga 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 you like a toothpick
And on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with