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 Beckford six
Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra 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 field the colt
Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the 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 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
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, that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets tossed
16 on your like you fucking Jeff Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the cupped up
Don't get me up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck
These hoes foaming at the mouth, got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's 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 ride, back seat of my Caddy?
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
That's caine, no cause I ain't really have one
And you call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking
This ain't a dream, hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and your baby out his highchair
daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll send a package it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm
Sitting in Maybach with music
Your head is Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get your washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back it
Bolt 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, I've been a through it
And all these getting mad cause 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 in James Bond shit?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte Akon lips
Nas niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5"
Lightskin be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and
I'ma beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
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 ever since that nigga snitched on me we just speak
See that shit you got with Drake is a slow leak
be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets
It could lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach
This ain't a diss,
is all lives matter except this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
around and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no shit
Nigga, you that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give this pool stick
So tell lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know you live, nigga, you better move quick
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with