Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I at
Where bitches The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
Smooth as Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, Pringles from the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 to my chest in the field 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 gunnas in the 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 that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Blac head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef cater
Game on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets tossed
16 on your like you fucking Jeff Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, seat of my Caddy?
Used to them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle baggies
That's caine, no daddy 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
raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas 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 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, send a package through it
If the fed hack it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is 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 make your put her back into it
Usain if you bring a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the 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 in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these getting mad cause 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 black lips
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the 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 Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
start beefing 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 ratchet at and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even Meek
And ever since nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You better Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives except this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't who Blood and who Crip
With guns big to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
the Golden State and my shooters ain't 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 give this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with