Luyện nghe bài hát If He Dies He Dies (Tory Lanez Diss)

Uh huh
You hear
This is like sad
Like we about to go to a
Sometimes a nigga talk theyself into some shit that can't get theyself out of, ya know
At some point you realize that your mouth done wrote a check that your ass can't
And then you realize that you with a nigga that ain't playing

This is happen when a singer start rapping
out a rapper and the rappers start slacking
Now he hisself, then he start bragging
Now you trapped in the with a dragon
The of this nigga, got hot off of auto-tune
Did songs with street niggas, now you feel you a goon?
That hairline is playing with brain
Somebody tell Tory he better stay up in his
Before the rain pouring, lions start roaring
Nigga kept talking, I was to ignore him
Now he declared war so time to destroy him (Facts)
They going to be mourning by the
Niggas should have warned him, this life I was in
You a nigga, you was drawn in
I was sworn in, oath to the
It's all fucked up, ya'll woken the beast

There's to this shit, rappers and there's composers
Cats that spit facts and cats with nice
Minor leagues and the place where the is
that get exposed and the one who exposes
And that's me nigga, you no street nigga
You ain't never ride around with no heat
You never take no bricks to go meet niggas
You an R&B, on the beat nigga
A sweet nigga, young with an old face
Sad, you comfortable in your own space
You in the game hating on Drake
Jealous cuz he was the man in your base
Now you on tour with
You did all that to do a song with him?
He can rap but what the fuck is wrong with
Niggas know it's whack, ya'll just going to go wit him?
it, I guess integrity is dead
Niggas do anything for
Lying and trolling, spitting rhymes that's
So full of shit, how it fit inside your
Niggas should have him lyrically I'm a god
So much dope when I niggas nod
It's real life and you just a
A fake, facsimile, a
I it's kinda hard, you 5'2 what it really is
You want niggas to take you serious
All high school chicks wouldn't be with you
No matter how loud you yell we ain't you
All the gun busting and selling, you even do
Nigga that was on Flex, it ain't even you
That's the nigga you want to be
A hundred like you don't equal one of me
ain't even personal dog, this is fun to me
Bring your ass over here nigga, don't you run me
Don hung you off of the bridge (now) Ima son ass like my kid
It's a big difference a boy and a grown man
It's how you slap a around with your whole hand
Bar for bar, you got no chance
Leave the rap shit for me, stick to the jams

Stick to the jams nigga
I mean you can rap a little bit but we don't believe you
I you 5'1, 5'2
You be at the top of your voice
And I don't, I don't get the feeling, you know what I'm saying?
Like I listen to bars, I've been a street nigga my whole
I...I get that from you
I me....maybe it's because you Canada, no disrespect to Canada, I don't know
But the gangsta you preaching and the shit that I know?
It really add up, there's a disconnection
So keep making the melody songs, the auto-tune on and all that shit
Shit cute, we going to to it my nigga
But leave the shit to the rappers

This is a
I know you ain't going to sa...you ain't to reply, you scared
You wanna rap niggas that don't rap no more
You wanna Eminem....I guess
You battle Eminem because he probably ain't going to battle you
But you don't want to rap niggas that rap