Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, kick back, come to I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the with the colt
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young in the truck with it
Sigel would've it, Philly would've fucked with it
California property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef cater
snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes foaming at the mouth, got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas the five
Tell the pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as fuck like poking in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking
ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack 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, I'll send a package it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the to it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your put her back into 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 cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought to music
Every situation in rap, I've 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 you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car by a convict
Aventador matte Akon lips
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up the State 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
I'ma start beefing Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself to Philly
She got a mill and she don't even know Meek
And since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the sheets
It could happen
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter except this
This shit 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 clip with them loose lips
My nigga packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't 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 know where you live, nigga, you better move
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with