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 alliances with Meek, it's still him too
Before we start, to the fans, I'm too
Stuck in the booth feelin' y'all cause I got love for the dude
But now my phone blowin' up, like what I'm gonna do?
Show the world you shouldn't poke a man with to lose
All of this just because I wasn't in love with his
Whatever happened, I just know they got me confused, hey

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

Look, of the sentimental crap
Cool if you that
Fuck all of subs, who they intended at?
I won't it's me without forensic facts
don't normally mention Black when pennin' their raps
But then I listen back, I a pinch of sass
Tender ass come around, he gon' get pinned to grass
I come around with inch of the mag
I'm a wordsmith forreal, you thought was bad
You made me proud, lad, but it seems my mad
With all the clout that he grabbed, it's 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 cloud all over the 6, the overview
so indirect, shit wasn't real clear
Either Jimmy actin' or he miss a wheelchair
What he don't is we the most kindred of souls
I should've did two Kendricks ago
He wanna sing? Well let's get the show, commence my role
For Jodeci, II Men, we at the end of the road
I figure he's that close to his death to the reaper
In fitted sweats with old sneakers, the flow
cause he KO'd Omeeka, no Joe's deeper
Quick to put extension on singer, Moesha
Nothin' 'bout slick, but show of the Caesar
My crust from the same old pizza as Lisa
So how you callin' out the god?
Your face light up when you see me, talkin' Watts
Cause your words ain't a thing
I without weighin' a thing
Nigga you a king
Tell you the way that State say to it's team
Aubrey you gotta make a shot, you wanna play on the

Dem a call me a
I never duck, spray
I'ma never mi aim
Dem a call me a
some truth in that saying
Dem a me a murder
Nobody 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 won't live his raps
He'll see the 6 upside down and wanna switch it
of a god sinner
I'm too real, I bet star's tender
I bet a mil', I'll bet a star
But since the Hov, here's what I wanna know
If ain't no real allowed the fuck would I wanna go?
That's thinkin' back to Jay, now let's get to Drake
too big to respond to all I have to say
Still with all their success and all accolades
The universe makes it so they come back to me
Here's a reminder we go way back
I mean um, you know for me the kid is practice,
I make these words flip as if they yoga
Okay over, back to Blacklist, Hova
Nothin' personal, this Red
Shawn, I don't work for you, still I'm the work for you
Payback, his jaw, reimbursin' you
all behind his face, Sprite commercial you
Might have made a out of this one
Bell Biv Devoe 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
say this soft nigga hard and that, I can't explain
Y'all he's soul for real, I see candy rain
So Aubrey you sub real MCs, you get murdered
And since you signed to guys, makes you a burger

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

Real quick, I don't 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 nigga to do it for me

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