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

I'm right here per request, now you stuck in them shoes
No alliances Meek, it's still fuck him too
we start, to the fans, I'm uncomfortable too
Stuck in the booth feelin' like y'all cause I got love for the
But now my phone blowin' up, they're like what I'm do?
the world you shouldn't poke a man with nothin' to lose
All of this because I wasn't in love with his Views
Whatever happened, I know they 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 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 on your network here? I can't be honest to your fans and say I'm honored to be around you?
Joe Budden: It ain't an to be around me!
Drake: We all used to 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?
Person: What up? What up?
Drake: I said don't say it in vain, you he's one of the best
Other Nah it's all love
Joe Budden!

Look, of the sentimental crap
Cool if you that
all of these subs, who they intended at?
I won't believe it's me without forensic
They don't normally mention Black pennin' their raps
But then I listen back, I heard a pinch of
Tender ass Teddy around, he gon' get pinned to grass
I come with every inch of the mag
I'm a wordsmith forreal, you thought was bad
You made me proud, lad, but it my child mad
With all the clout that he grabbed, it's still doubts his dad
Look, ain't promotional, you just emotional
No doubt you got Starbucks, with all Joe in you
I part his reign fast, just what Joseph do
A black cloud all the 6, check the overview
You're so indirect, shit wasn't real
Either Jimmy or he really miss a wheelchair
What he don't know is we the most of souls
I did this two Kendricks ago
He wanna sing? Well get into the show, commence my role
For Jodeci, Boyz II Men, we at the end of the
I figure he's that close to his death to the reaper
In fitted with old sneakers, the flow ether
Gassed he KO'd 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 same old pizza as Lisa
So how you callin' out the lyrical
Your face light up when you see me, talkin' Miracle
Cause your words ain't sayin' a
I kilogram without weighin' a
you baitin' a king
Tell you the way that Golden say to it's team
Aubrey you gotta make a shot, you wanna on the wing

Dem a call me a
I duck, just spray
I'ma miss mi aim
Dem a me a murder
There's some truth in that
Dem a me a murder
Nobody seen nothing, nobody nothing
I see, ayy

Look here, I just spit the facts, aristocrat
Shooters heard words, wanna get rid of that
When they roll up, bet dude won't wanna his raps
He'll see the 6 down and wanna switch it back
of a god sinner
I'm too real, I bet your star's
I bet a mil', bet a star tender
But since the OG's Hov, here's what I wanna
If ain't no real niggas allowed the fuck would I 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 success and all their accolades
The universe it so they come right back to me
Here's a reminder we go way back
I um, you know for me the kid is practice, Hova
I make these words flip as if they practice
Okay practice over, to Blacklist, Hova
personal, this Red Reddington
Shawn, I don't work for you, still I'm doin' the for you
Payback, his jaw, reimbursin' you
Metal all behind his face, commercial you
Might made a mistake out of this one
Can't Bell Biv Devoe your way out of one, nah
So, warn your damn campaign hammers rang
I just bought a New Edition, you can't stand the
Y'all say this soft nigga hard and that, I can't
Y'all think he's soul for real, I see candy
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
I'ma miss mi aim
Dem a me a murder
Nobody seen nothing, seen nothing
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 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 school of pussy don't get me drunk
Maybe it's in the city you come from, look
I'm from the school of hoes belong to everybody
No celeb exempt, for everybody
So I seen you fucked shorty, not a bitter bone in me
I ain't of how to handle the plan
Said I'm aware, have fun, understand it's, fam
Told that to you and not her, that's just the man I am
My nigga, got no respect
Odd cause you called me for the hoe check on hoe you checked
That sense, bad bitches, that's what Joe do best
And I's the man 'round these parts when they know you yet
Which kinda makes me OG in Toronto
And I ain't charge once, that's for in Toronto
I'm how that came to be in Toronto
I don't even be in Toronto
When it rains it
All that means, dog, get get a poncho
Subs fell like a free throw from Rondo
So rude, he gay, so mean with all the threats
As soon as we shoot at King, Cousins' next
This is truly a movie
You started a trend bein' a for groupies
Shit, I had Bria in the and out her way
you ever wrote an interlude about her
So who you with, clown
I'm first shift at the bars, so only I already made them rounds
They say he the best MC and best flow'er
He cook better than me but you love my
Fire the kill shot, the still hot
Word to your Versace velours that Kyra got
You playin' chess the chrome of the pump
Let it blast, checkered past, shoulda from the jump
It's you wanna roll, executives got your soul
Sedatives, I'm repetitive with those records, for
Regular Joe, records was never the goal
I never sold records, I kept of what was sold
Might have a mistake out of this one
Day's long, can't Songz your way out of this one
So don't worry yourself, and I go
Fuck a record label, I appear of myself, Joe