Luyện nghe bài hát Lifeline (Meek Mill Diss)

Temperature is up
is rising up, no mercy
Nothing can me

1]
You dream about numbers in your nightmares
But you about me and my little career
No matter what you buy I be right there
I'm in the of her mind like a new nigga
I'm everywhere, TMZ making news
I left and I don't it back, the proof is right here
God I'm free my nigga shit fell like a light year
You got a botch nigga wit a cute date
This nigga bent outta shape wit a gorilla
My on The PinkPrint, no one'll ever match
My dickprint, lil nigga you can never
Wasn't a young bull I knew everything
you go platinum my nigga she need a better ring
I thought I left her so she move on to better things
Maybe a ball player, a soccer player
Maybe a billionaire, a Mariah Care
But nigga I don't care, I really do not
They say heartbroken, lemme shed a tear
Fuck if you cheated, 12 years a slave

Temperature is rising up (she's your only lifeline to anyway)
Temperature is up
Temperature is rising up (she's only lifeline to catch anyway)

2]
I hear the mumblin', I hear the
I got em' scared, shook,
That's really my pen game nothing
When you was up, I was pullin' out
I know real shit that I gonna talk about
I the text messages, I seen the emails
(Somebody tell me why he like a female)
I you don't believe Chow you ain't goin' there
Well guess what, go to hell how bout you eat
In every pic you look surprised all you do is
You out of shape anyway, you to eat a pair
Get the fuck off my page, watchin' me
You ain't God, ya'll ain't stoppin' me
is inflated, you intimidated
I been why you niggas waited?
You so
This time Next
Lil daddy you'll be
Shit is X-Rated, go it up
Lowkey on me niggas obsessed
I upset, bitch I'm up next
Ain't no pillow IS YOU UP YET?!?
Wanna on me? Get a crook neck
Get a stylist you don't look
One year you will be stressed
Here's an iron nigga cause YOU LOOK
Got a mad ex wit her new man but her new man a mad ex
I'm well-known, I'm renowned, you Rodman, you a
My words big, you spell
I hold like a dumbbell
Where the blood clot this idiot
Boy holla fresh cos your breath
I'm goin' up an incline
If she you you goin' decline
I shit, kept my mouth shut
And you told nigga that's a SIGN!!!
Yeah, I was first, You be the last
But future drop, you became the past
Now that I'm gone, good luck with punchlines
Sincerely yours, Safaree,

Yo, if so happy, why ya'll so worried about me?
Like, I don't care about
You see my new bitch? on