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

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

This is what happen when a singer start
Call out a rapper and the rappers slacking
Now he feeling hisself, then he bragging
Now you trapped in the room a dragon
The nerve of this nigga, got hot off of
Did songs with street niggas, now you feel like you a
hairline is playing with your brain
Somebody tell Tory he stay up in his lane
Before the start pouring, lions start roaring
Nigga kept talking, I was to ignore him
Now he declared war so it's time to him (Facts)
They going to be by the morning
Niggas should warned him, this life I was born in
You a character nigga, you was in
I was sworn in, to the streets
all fucked up, ya'll done 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 the pros is
that get exposed and the one who exposes
And that's me nigga, you ain't no nigga
You ain't never ride with no heat nigga
You ain't never take no bricks to go meet
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 home base
Now you on tour him?
You did all that just to do a with him?
He can rap but what the fuck is wrong him?
Niggas know it's whack, ya'll just to go along wit him?
it, I guess integrity is dead
Niggas do anything for
Lying and trolling, spitting rhymes that's
So of shit, how it fit inside your colon?
Niggas have told him lyrically I'm a god
So much dope I spit niggas nod
It's real and you just a façade
A fake, facsimile, a
I know it's hard, you 5'2 what it really is
You want niggas 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 ain't 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 even personal dog, 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 your ass 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 slow

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

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