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

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

This is happen when a singer start rapping
Call out a rapper and the rappers start
Now he feeling hisself, then he start
Now you trapped in the room with a
The of this nigga, got hot off of auto-tune
Did songs with street niggas, now you feel you a goon?
That is playing with your brain
Somebody Tory he better stay up in his lane
the rain start pouring, lions start roaring
Nigga talking, I was trying to ignore him
Now he war so it's time to destroy him (Facts)
They going to be by the morning
should have warned him, this life I was born in
You a nigga, you was drawn in
I was sworn in, to the streets
It's all up, ya'll done woken the beast

There's levels to this shit, and there's composers
Cats that spit facts and with nice flows
Minor leagues and the where the pros is
Those that get exposed and the one who
And that's me nigga, you no street nigga
You ain't never ride with no heat nigga
You ain't never no bricks to go meet niggas
You an R&B, melody on the nigga
A sweet nigga, young with an old face
Sad, you ain't in your own space
You came in the game on Drake
cuz he was the man in your home base
Now you on tour with
You did all just to do a song with him?
He can rap but what the is wrong with him?
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 colon?
Niggas should have him lyrically I'm a god
So much dope when I niggas nod
It's real life and you a façade
A fake, facsimile, a
I know it's kinda hard, you 5'2 it really is
You just niggas to take you serious
All through high school wouldn't be with you
No matter how you yell we ain't believing you
All the gun and selling, you ain't even do
Nigga that was on Flex, it ain't even you
That's the nigga that you to be
A hundred niggas you don't equal one of me
This ain't personal dog, this is fun to me
Bring ass over here nigga, don't you run from me
Don you off of the bridge (now) Ima son your ass like my kid
It's a big from 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 slow nigga
I mean you can rap a little bit but we just don't you
I you 5'1, 5'2
You be yelling at the top of voice
And I just don't, I don't get the feeling, you know I'm saying?
Like I listen to bars, I've a street nigga my whole life
I...I don't get that you
I me....maybe because you from Canada, no disrespect to Canada, I don't know
But the gangsta shit you and the shit that I know?
It don't really add up, there's a
So keep making the melody songs, throw the auto-tune on and all shit
Shit cute, we to dance to it my nigga
But the rapping shit to the rappers

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