Luyện nghe bài hát Lifeline (Meek Mill Diss)

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

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

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

2]
I the mumblin', I hear the cacklin'
I got em' scared, shook,
That's my pen game nothing damagin'
When you was pullin' up, I was out
I know real shit that I ain't talk about
I seen the messages, I seen the emails
(Somebody tell me why he like a female)
I heard you don't believe Chow you ain't there
guess what, go to hell how bout you eat there
In every pic you look 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 ain't God, ya'll stoppin' me
is inflated, you intimidated
I been knew why you waited?
You so
This Next year
Lil daddy be emasculated
is X-Rated, go look it up
Lowkey on me niggas obsessed
I upset, bitch I'm up next
no pillow nigga IS YOU UP YET?!?
Wanna sleep on me? Get a neck
Get a stylist you don't dressed
One more year you be stressed
Here's an iron nigga cause YOU 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 big, you can't spell
I weight like a dumbbell
Where the blood clot this idiot
Boy holla fresh cos your breath
I'm up that's an incline
If she leave you you goin'
I know shit, my mouth shut
And you told nigga a BITCH SIGN!!!
Yeah, I was first, You be the last
But when drop, you became the past
Now I'm gone, good luck with them punchlines
yours, Safaree, flatline

Yo, if so happy, why ya'll so worried about me?
Like, I care about ya'll
You see my new bitch? on