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

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

This is what happen when a singer rapping
Call out a and the rappers start slacking
Now he hisself, then he start bragging
Now you trapped in the room with a
The of this nigga, got hot off of auto-tune
Did songs street niggas, now you feel like you a goon?
That hairline is with your brain
tell Tory he better stay up in his lane
Before the rain start pouring, start roaring
Nigga kept talking, I was trying to him
Now he declared war so it's to destroy him (Facts)
They going to be by the morning
Niggas should have warned him, life I was born in
You a character nigga, you was in
I was in, oath to the streets
It's all fucked up, ya'll done the beast

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

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

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