Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I at
bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your at?
I can kill you in bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles the crack
Nigga I was on the bus it
Had 12 to my chest in the field with the colt
Andrew Luck it
We had the rock, hit the block what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly fucked with it
California state property you niggas with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or
Blac Chyna the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets tossed
16 on your back like you Jeff Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked,
Pass the Goose, where duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told 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 doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the
the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you ride, back seat 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 teeth and sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a like I'm fucking Halloween
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm to it
Name a state, I'll send a through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on I'm Massachusetts
in this Maybach with music
Your is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a track into it
classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for 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 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 meet in James shit?
Another car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm
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 favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she even know Meek
And ever that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with is like 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
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 a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except this
This shit 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 cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters on no hoop shit
Nigga, you know that snap you like a toothpick
And on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool
So tell your lil' vivrant thing fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice who you hop in the coupe with