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

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

is what happen when a singer start rapping
Call out a rapper and the rappers start
Now he feeling hisself, he start bragging
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 like you a goon?
That hairline is playing with brain
tell Tory he better stay up in his lane
Before the rain start pouring, lions roaring
Nigga kept talking, I was to ignore him
Now he declared war so it's to destroy him (Facts)
They going to be by the morning
should have warned him, this 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 woken the beast

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

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

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