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

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

This is what happen a singer start 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 nerve of this nigga, got hot off of
Did songs with niggas, now you feel like you a goon?
hairline is playing with your brain
Somebody tell Tory he better up in his lane
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)
going to be mourning by the morning
Niggas should have warned him, this I was born in
You a character nigga, you was in
I was in, oath to the streets
It's all up, ya'll done woken the beast

There's levels to this shit, rappers and composers
that spit facts and cats with nice flows
Minor leagues and the where the pros is
Those that get exposed and the one who
And me nigga, you ain't no street nigga
You ain't never ride around with no heat
You ain't never take no bricks to go niggas
You an R&B, melody on the nigga
A sweet nigga, young nigga with an old
Sad, you ain't comfortable in own space
You came in the game hating on
Jealous cuz he was the man in your 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 him?
Niggas know it's whack, ya'll going to go along wit him?
Fuck it, I guess is dead
do anything for bread
Lying and trolling, spitting rhymes that's
So full of shit, how it fit inside colon?
Niggas have told him lyrically I'm a god
So much when I spit niggas nod
It's real life and you just a
A fake, facsimile, a
I know it's hard, you 5'2 what it really is
You just want to take you serious
All high school chicks wouldn't be with you
No how loud you yell we ain't believing you
All the gun busting and selling, you even do
that was rhyming on Flex, it ain't even you
That's the that you want to be
A hundred niggas you don't equal one of me
This ain't 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 your ass my kid
It's a big difference a boy and a grown man
It's how you a nigga around with your whole hand
Bar for bar, you ain't got no
Leave the rap for me, stick to the slow jams

Stick to the jams nigga
I mean you can rap a 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 get the feeling, you know what I'm saying?
Like I listen to bars, I've been a nigga my whole life
I...I don't get that you
I me....maybe it's because you from Canada, no to Canada, I don't know
But the gangsta shit you and the shit that I know?
It really add up, there's a disconnection
So keep making the songs, throw the auto-tune on and all that shit
Shit cute, we to dance to it my nigga
But leave the shit to the rappers

This is a
I know you ain't going to sa...you going to reply, you scared
You wanna rap against niggas that don't rap no
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