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 that 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 ain't playing

This is what happen when a start rapping
Call out a rapper and the start slacking
Now he feeling hisself, then he start
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 like you a goon?
That hairline is with your brain
Somebody tell Tory he better stay up in his
Before the rain start pouring, lions start
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 warned him, this life I was born in
You a nigga, you was drawn in
I was in, oath to the streets
It's all up, ya'll done woken the beast

There's to this shit, rappers and there's composers
Cats spit facts and cats with nice flows
Minor leagues and the place 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 ain't never take no bricks to go niggas
You an R&B, melody on the beat
A nigga, young nigga with an old face
Sad, you comfortable in your own space
You came in the game on Drake
Jealous cuz he was the man in home base
Now you on tour him?
You did all that to do a song with him?
He can rap but the fuck is wrong with him?
Niggas know whack, ya'll just going to go along wit him?
Fuck it, I guess is dead
do anything for bread
Lying and trolling, spitting that's stolen
So full of shit, how it fit inside colon?
Niggas should told him lyrically I'm a god
So much when I spit niggas nod
It's life and you just 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 loud you yell we ain't you
All the gun busting and selling, you ain't do
that was rhyming on Flex, it ain't even you
That's the nigga that you 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 nigga, don't you run from me
Don you off of the bridge (now) Ima son your ass like my kid
a big difference from a boy and a grown man
It's how you slap a nigga around with your whole
Bar for bar, you ain't got no
Leave the rap shit for me, stick to the slow

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 just don't, I don't get the feeling, you know what I'm
Like I listen to bars, I've been a street 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 you preaching and the shit that I know?
It don't 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 rapping to the rappers

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