Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson six pack
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, no wrinkles in my slacks
singles in my Shaqs, stacking 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 like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on your back like you Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the
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 ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't have one
And you can't call dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I 'em once a year like I'm fucking 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
Name a state, send a package through it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
in this Maybach with music
Your is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your put her back into it
Bolt if you bring a real track into 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 heads the way the do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought to music
Every situation in rap, been 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 parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon
Nas ether niggas, napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej and Dreezy's
I'ma start with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis a semi
Bang the at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple and she don't even know Meek
And ever since nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be 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 body on the soaked
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a feet
This ain't a diss,
is all lives matter except this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news with them loose lips
My Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no shit
Nigga, you know that I'll you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never no cool shit
And I've wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant 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