Luyện nghe bài hát Lifeline (Meek Mill Diss)

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

1]
You dream about numbers in your nightmares
But you about me and my little career
No matter what you buy nigga I be there
I'm in the back of her like a new nigga
I'm everywhere, TMZ making nigga
I left and I don't want it back, the is right here
Thank God I'm free my nigga fell like a light year
You got a botch face nigga wit a date
nigga bent outta shape wit a gorilla face
My bars on The PinkPrint, no ever match
My dickprint, lil nigga you can match
Wasn't a secret young bull I knew
you go platinum my nigga she need a better ring
I I left her so she could move on to better things
Maybe a player, maybe a soccer player
Maybe a billionaire, like a Mariah
But nigga I care, I really do not care
say Safaree heartbroken, lemme shed a tear
Fuck if you cheated, 12 years a anyway

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

2]
I hear the mumblin', I hear the
I got em' scared, shook,
really my pen game nothing damagin'
When you was up, I was pullin' out
I know real shit that I ain't gonna talk
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 goin'
Well guess what, go to hell how you eat there
In every pic you look surprised all you do is
You out of anyway, you need to eat a pair
Get the fuck off my page, watchin' me
You niggas God, ya'll ain't stoppin' me
Shit is inflated, you
I been knew why you waited?
You so
This time Next
Lil daddy be emasculated
Shit is X-Rated, go it up
hatin' on me niggas obsessed
I ain't upset, bitch I'm up
Ain't no pillow IS YOU UP YET?!?
Wanna on me? Get a crook neck
Get a stylist you look dressed
One year you will be stressed
Here's an iron nigga 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 big, you can't spell
I hold like a dumbbell
Where the blood clot this idiot
Boy holla cos your breath smell
I'm goin' up an incline
If she leave you you goin'
I know shit, my mouth shut
And you told nigga that's a SIGN!!!
Yeah, I was first, You won't be the
But future drop, you became the past
Now that I'm gone, good luck with punchlines
Sincerely yours, Safaree,

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