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, where wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick
Smooth as Frank with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking 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 like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck it
Sigel would've it, Philly would've fucked with it
state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
Game was on the block in his 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, banana Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll
Game snap on everything he a fucking wild gator
and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the
The Rams is back, them getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies no relation to Patti
And I Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing and nickle sack baggies
caine, no daddy cause 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 niggas
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga a nightmare
Stab you in sleep 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 Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in Maybach with 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 bitch put her back it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track it
Another moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for putting cheese on heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon
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"
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from pack a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever since nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives except this nigga's
1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a cruise ship
Fuck around and be a clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do
This the Golden State and my shooters on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that I'll you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki pool stick
So tell your vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better quick
And start thinking twice who you hop in the coupe with