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 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 a nigga that ain't playing

is what happen when a singer start rapping
Call out a rapper and the rappers slacking
Now he hisself, then he start bragging
Now you in the room with a dragon
The nerve of this nigga, got hot off of
Did songs with niggas, now you feel like you a goon?
That hairline is playing with your
Somebody tell Tory he better stay up in his
Before the rain pouring, lions start roaring
Nigga talking, I was trying to ignore him
Now he declared war so it's to destroy him (Facts)
They to be mourning by the morning
Niggas should have him, this life I was born in
You a character nigga, you was in
I was sworn in, to the streets
It's all fucked up, done woken the beast

There's levels to this shit, rappers and there's
Cats that spit facts and cats with 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 never ride around with no heat nigga
You never take no bricks to go meet niggas
You an R&B, melody on the nigga
A nigga, young nigga with an old face
Sad, you ain't comfortable in own space
You came in the game hating on
Jealous cuz he was the man in your home
Now you on tour with
You did all that to do a song with him?
He can rap but what the fuck is wrong him?
Niggas know it's whack, just going to go along wit him?
Fuck it, I guess is dead
Niggas do 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 dope when I spit niggas nod
real life and you just a façade
A fake, facsimile, a
I know it's hard, you 5'2 what it really is
You just want niggas to take you
All through school chicks wouldn't be with you
No how loud you yell we ain't believing you
All the gun busting and selling, you ain't do
Nigga that was rhyming on Flex, it even you
the nigga that you want to be
A hundred niggas you don't equal one of me
This even personal dog, this is fun to me
Bring ass over here nigga, don't you run from me
Don hung you off of the bridge (now) Ima son ass like my kid
It's a big from a boy and a grown man
It's how you a nigga around with your whole hand
Bar for bar, you got no chance
Leave the rap shit for me, stick to the slow

Stick to the slow jams
I mean you can rap a little bit but we don't believe 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 what I'm
Like I listen to bars, I've been a street nigga my life
I...I get that from you
I me....maybe it's you from Canada, no disrespect to Canada, I don't know
But the gangsta you preaching and the shit that I know?
It don't really add up, a disconnection
So keep the melody songs, throw the auto-tune on and all that shit
Shit cute, we going to to it my nigga
But leave the rapping to the rappers

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