Luyện nghe bài hát Making A Murderer Pt. 1 (Drake, Jay Z & Meek Mill Diss)

I'm here per your request, now you stuck in them shoes
No with Meek, it's still fuck him too
we start, to the fans, I'm uncomfortable too
Stuck in the booth feelin' like y'all I got love for the dude
But now my phone blowin' up, they're like what I'm do?
Show the world you shouldn't poke a man with to lose
All of just because I wasn't in love with his Views
Whatever happened, I just know got me fuckin' confused, hey

Mic check, mic
One two, one two
a minute!
Drake: I'm happy, I'm honored... I'm, I'm, I'm to be around you, man
Joe Yo c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Drake: Okay so I can't be honest on your network here? I can't be honest to fans and say I'm honored to be around you?
Joe Budden: It ain't an honor to be me!
Drake: We all to listen to you so I don't even... you need to learn how to take compliments. Don't say that in vain, he's one of the best. You know that, right?
Other What up? What up?
I said don't say it in vain, you know he's one of the best
Other Person: Nah it's all
Joe Budden!

Look, enough of the sentimental
Cool if you that
Fuck all of these subs, who they at?
I believe it's me without forensic facts
They normally mention Black when pennin' their raps
But then I back, I heard a pinch of sass
Tender ass Teddy come around, he get pinned to grass
I come around every inch of the mag
I'm a wordsmith forreal, you Quentin was bad
You made me proud, lad, but it my child mad
With all the that he grabbed, it's still doubts from his dad
Look, ain't promotional, you just emotional
No doubt you got Starbucks, with all Joe in you
I his reign lightnin' fast, just what Joseph do
A black all over the 6, check the overview
You're so indirect, shit wasn't clear
Either Jimmy actin' or he really a wheelchair
What he don't know is we the kindred of souls
I should've did this two ago
He wanna sing? Well let's get into the show, commence my
For Jodeci, Boyz II Men, we at the end of the
I figure he's close to his death to know the reaper
In fitted sweats with old sneakers, the flow
Gassed cause he Omeeka, no Joe's deeper
to put extension on singer, that's Moesha
Nothin' 'bout Rick slick, but of the Caesar
My crust from the old pizza as Mona Lisa
So how you callin' out the god?
Your light up when you see me, talkin' Miracle Watts
Cause your ain't sayin' a thing
I kilogram without weighin' a
Nigga you a king
you the way that Golden State say to it's team
Aubrey you gotta a shot, you wanna play on the wing

Dem a call me a
I never duck, spray
never miss mi aim
Dem a me a murder
some truth in that saying
Dem a call me a
seen nothing, nobody seen nothing
I see, ayy

Look here, I just spit the facts, aristocrat
Shooters heard them words, wanna get rid of
When they roll up, bet dude wanna live his raps
He'll see the 6 upside down and wanna it back
Wrath of a god
I'm too real, I bet your star's
I bet a mil', I'll bet a tender
But since the OG's Hov, here's I wanna know
If no real niggas allowed the fuck would I wanna go?
thinkin' back to Jay, now let's get back to Drake
Both too big to to all I have to say
Still with all success and all their accolades
The universe makes it so they right back to me
Here's a that we go way back
I mean um, you know for me the kid is practice,
I make these words flip as if they practice
Okay over, back to Blacklist, Hova
Nothin' personal, Red Reddington
Shawn, I don't work for you, still I'm the work for you
Payback, wire his jaw, you
Metal all his face, Sprite commercial you
Might have a mistake out of this one
Can't Bell Biv your way out of this one, nah
So, your damn campaign that hammers rang
I just a New Edition, you can't stand the rain
Y'all say this soft nigga hard and that, I explain
Y'all think soul for real, I see candy rain
So when you sub real MCs, you get murdered
And you signed to five guys, makes you a burger

Dem a me a murderer
I duck, just spray
never miss mi aim
Dem a me a murder
Nobody seen nothing, seen nothing
I see, ayy

Real quick, I wanna talk too long. I think you misconstrued the boundaries of this relationship and this friendship. Which in return, has caused me to do the exact same thing. I don't understand how you niggas, and how you in particular, how you can fuck shorty and I dap you and say you a real nigga, and I critique your album and all of a sudden we sensitive. I don't understand how you new niggas work. Maybe I'm out of touch with the rules of today's society. I'm clearing all that. Now let me paint who I am before I allow another nigga to do it for me

I'm from the of pussy don't get me punch drunk
Maybe it's in the city you come from, look
I'm from the school of these hoes belong to
No exempt, goes for everybody
So when I seen you shorty, not a bitter bone in me
I ain't of how to handle the plan
Said I'm aware, have fun, that it's, fam
that to you and not her, that's just the man that I am
My nigga, got no respect
Odd cause you called me for the hoe check on every hoe you
That sense, bad bitches, that's what Joe do best
And I's the man 'round these parts when ain't know you yet
Which kinda makes me OG in Toronto
And I ain't charge once, that's for in Toronto
I'm unsure how that came to be in
Nigga I even be in Toronto
it rains it pours
All that means, dog, get get a poncho
Subs fell short like a free from Rondo
So rude, he gay, so mean with all the threats
As soon as we shoot at King, Cousins' next
This shit is truly a
You started a trend a groupie for groupies
Shit, I had Bria in the and out her way
Before you wrote an interlude about her
So who you playin' with,
I'm first shift at the bars, so only means I already made rounds
say that he the best MC and best flow'er
He cook than me but you love my leftovers
Fire the shot, the fire still hot
Word to Versace velours that Kyra still got
You playin' chess with the chrome of the
Let it blast, checkered past, shoulda known from the
It's whatever you roll, executives got your soul
Sedatives, I'm repetitive with records, show for
Regular Joe, sellin' was never the goal
I never records, I kept records of what was sold
have made a mistake out of this one
Day's long, Trey Songz your way out of this one
So don't worry yourself, and I go
Fuck a record label, I courtesy of myself, Joe