Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where love 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 my way with a sick wrap
as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no in my slacks
Counting in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles 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 like what's up it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
Sigel would've it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his with 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
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you beef I'll cater
snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on your back like you fucking Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking 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 hoes foaming at the mouth, got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
Told that to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back of my Caddy?
Used to flip them ain't no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack
That's caine, no daddy I ain't really have one
And you can't call dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em a year like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a
Stab you in your sleep and smack 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 hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is like Mustard beat and put the ratchet to it
And this scope get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain 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
for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
Every situation in rap, been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my 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
start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow
Or you could pick your rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch 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 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 through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives except this nigga's
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
Fuck around and be a clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do
This the State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll snap you a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with