Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, 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, stacking from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus 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 in the truck with it
would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peedi
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga that go bar for bar with Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want I'll cater
snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I just do it like a Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to roll the for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker Junior Seau
All my suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip them ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to
Before it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking
This ain't a dream, nigga a nightmare
Stab you in your and smack your baby out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed hack it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the to it
And this scope will get mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a 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 crack to music
Every in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm through 'em
can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej and Dreezy's
start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your 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 and she don't even know Meek
And since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow leak
Blood'll be like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his body on the soaked sheets
It happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level 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 who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking ship
Fuck around and be a news with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't 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 never no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant come fuck with Q-Tip
We where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe