Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, back, come to where I pitch at
Where love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, Pringles from the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my in the field with the colt
Andrew Luck 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 with it
California property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef cater
Game snap on 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 getting
16 on your like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where duck ducks?
These foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip them pies no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, 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 can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't 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
in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back 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 on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought to music
Every situation in rap, been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad 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 Bond shit?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon
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 bitches be mad and greasy
I'ma start fucking Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know
And ever since that snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got Drake is like a slow leak
be dripping 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 on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except this
This 1992 shit no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who
With guns big to sink a fucking cruise ship
around and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters on no hoop shit
Nigga, you that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas never been no cool shit
And I've wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start twice about who you hop in the coupe with