Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my in the field with the colt
Andrew with it
We had the rock, hit the block like up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Blac head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take 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 yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes 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 about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack
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
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga a nightmare
Stab you in your and smack your baby out his highchair
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't no ski mask to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
Another classic the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches 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 been a through it
And all these hoes mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James shit?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador black Akon 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 Loafs and
I'ma start beefing with Cole, and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
the ratchet 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 you got with Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like if I poke Meek
Nicki get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except 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 sink a fucking ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them lips
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 I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool
So tell your lil' vivrant thing fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with