Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra a motherfucking slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, Pringles from the crack
I was on the bus with 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 in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly fucked with it
state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with
Let me tell you who suck, banana Now or Laters
Blac head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
snap on everything he like a fucking wild 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 back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that 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 ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
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 yourself dope if you ain't never bag
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski to do it
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll a package through it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I it to it
on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
Known for putting on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought to music
situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond
Another foreign car by a convict
matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, 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"
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking
I'ma start them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from pack 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 that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See shit you got with Drake 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 could lowkey
You have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss,
This is all lives matter except nigga's
1992 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 fucking ship
Fuck and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop
Nigga, you know that I'll you like a toothpick
And on niggas ain't never been 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 move quick
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with