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

I'm right here per your request, now you stuck in shoes
No alliances Meek, it's still fuck him too
Before we start, to the fans, I'm too
Stuck in the booth like y'all cause I got love for the dude
But now my blowin' up, they're like what I'm gonna do?
Show the world you shouldn't poke a man nothin' 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 Budden: Yo c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
Drake: Okay so I be honest on your network here? I can't be honest to your fans and say I'm honored to be around you?
Joe Budden: It an honor 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?
Other Person: What up? up?
Drake: I said don't say it in vain, you know one of the best
Other Person: Nah it's all
Joe Budden!

Look, of the sentimental crap
if you into that
Fuck all of these subs, who they at?
I won't believe it's me without forensic
They don't mention Black when pennin' their raps
But then I listen back, I a pinch of sass
ass Teddy come around, he gon' get pinned to grass
I come around every inch of the mag
I'm a wordsmith forreal, you Quentin was bad
You me proud, lad, but it seems my child mad
With all the clout that he grabbed, still doubts from his dad
Look, this ain't promotional, you just
No doubt you got Starbucks, all that Joe in you
I part his reign lightnin' fast, just what do
A black cloud all over the 6, check the
You're so indirect, shit real clear
Either actin' 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 let's get into the show, commence my
For Jodeci, II Men, we at the end of the road
I figure he's that close to his to know the reaper
In fitted sweats old sneakers, the flow ether
cause he KO'd Omeeka, no Joe's deeper
Quick to put extension on singer, Moesha
'bout Rick slick, but show of the Caesar
My crust from the same old as Mona Lisa
So how you callin' out the lyrical
Your face up when you see me, talkin' Miracle Watts
Cause your ain't sayin' a thing
I kilogram weighin' a thing
Nigga you baitin' a
Tell you the way that Golden say to it's team
Aubrey you gotta make a shot, you wanna play on the

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

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

Dem a call me a
I never duck, spray
never miss mi aim
Dem a call me a
Nobody seen nothing, nobody 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 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 different in the city you come from,
I'm from the school of these hoes to everybody
No celeb exempt, goes for
So when I seen you shorty, not a bitter bone in me
I think 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, kids got no
Odd you called 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 parts when they ain't know you yet
Which kinda makes me OG in Toronto
And I ain't once, that's for free in Toronto
I'm unsure how that to be in Toronto
Nigga I even be in Toronto
When it it pours
All that means, dog, get please get a
Subs fell short like a free throw from
So rude, he gay, so mean with all the Budden
As as we shoot at King, Demarcus Cousins' next
This shit is a movie
You started a bein' 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 means I already made them rounds
They say that he the best MC and flow'er
He better than me but you love my leftovers
Fire the shot, the fire still hot
to your Versace velours that Kyra still got
You playin' chess with the of the pump
Let it blast, past, shoulda known from the jump
It's whatever you wanna roll, executives got soul
Sedatives, I'm repetitive with those records, for
Regular Joe, records 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 worry yourself, and I go
Fuck a record label, I courtesy of myself, Joe