Luyện nghe bài hát Lifeline (Meek Mill Diss)

Temperature is up
Temperature is rising up, no
can concern me

1]
You dream about Drake numbers in your
But you hatin' about me and my 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
Thank God I'm free my nigga shit fell like a light
You got a botch face nigga wit a date
This nigga bent shape wit a gorilla face
My on The PinkPrint, no one'll ever match
My dickprint, lil you can never match
Wasn't a secret bull I knew everything
Hope you go my nigga she need a better ring
I thought I left her so she move on to better things
Maybe a ball player, maybe a soccer
Maybe a billionaire, like a Care
But I don't care, I really do not care
They say Safaree heartbroken, lemme shed a
Fuck if you cheated, 12 years a slave

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

2]
I hear the mumblin', I the cacklin'
I got em' scared, shook,
That's really my pen game damagin'
you was pullin' up, I was pullin' out
I know real shit that I ain't gonna talk
I the text messages, I seen the emails
(Somebody me why he talkin' like a female)
I heard you don't believe you ain't goin' there
guess what, go to hell how bout you eat there
In every pic you surprised all you do is stare
You out of shape anyway, you need to eat a
Get the fuck off my page, stop me
You niggas God, ya'll ain't stoppin' me
is inflated, you intimidated
I been knew why you waited?
You so
This time year
Lil daddy be emasculated
is X-Rated, go look it up
Lowkey hatin' on me 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 look dressed
One more you will be stressed
Here's an nigga cause YOU LOOK PRESSED
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 weight a dumbbell
Where the blood clot with this
Boy holla fresh cos your breath
I'm goin' up an incline
If she you you goin' decline
I know shit, my mouth shut
And you told that's a BITCH SIGN!!!
Yeah, I was first, You be the last
But when future drop, you the past
Now that I'm gone, luck with them punchlines
yours, Safaree, flatline

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