Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, back, come to where I pitch at
bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 to my chest in the field with the colt
Andrew Luck 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
would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton that 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 everything he like a wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
'em out I just do it like 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 duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got 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 that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he from Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat of my Caddy?
to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really one
And you can't call dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your out his highchair
daddy 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, I'll a package through it
If the fed hack into it, get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your head is Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth when I attach it to it
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
Another classic moving the way to 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, I've a savage through it
And all hoes getting mad cause 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 black Akon lips
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
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 pick your favorite rapper, and he be pouring out Henny
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just speak
See that you got with Drake is like a slow leak
be dripping like Niagara 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 call me or you gon' be eye level a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter except nigga's
This 1992 shit ain't no new
We in all black you won't 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 State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe