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 with Meek, it's still him too
Before we start, to the fans, I'm too
Stuck in the booth feelin' like y'all I got love for the dude
But now my blowin' up, they're like what I'm gonna do?
Show the you shouldn't poke a man with nothin' to lose
All of just because I wasn't in love with his Views
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 Budden: Yo 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 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 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,
Other Person: What up? up?
Drake: I 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
if you into that
Fuck all of subs, who they intended at?
I won't believe me without forensic facts
They don't normally mention when pennin' their raps
But then I back, I heard a pinch of sass
Tender ass Teddy come around, he gon' get pinned to
I come around with inch of the mag
I'm a wordsmith forreal, you thought was bad
You me proud, lad, but it seems my child mad
With all the clout that he grabbed, it's doubts from his dad
Look, this ain't promotional, you just
No you got Starbucks, with all that Joe in you
I part his reign lightnin' fast, what Joseph do
A black cloud all the 6, check the overview
You're so indirect, shit wasn't clear
Either actin' or he really miss a wheelchair
What he know is we the most kindred of souls
I should've did two Kendricks ago
He wanna Well let's get into the show, commence my role
For Jodeci, II Men, we at the end of the road
I figure he's close to his death to know the reaper
In fitted sweats 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 show of the
My crust from the old pizza as Mona Lisa
So how you out the lyrical god?
face light up when you see me, talkin' Miracle Watts
Cause your words ain't sayin' a
I kilogram without a thing
Nigga you a king
you the way that Golden State 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 call me a
There's some truth in saying
Dem a call me a
Nobody seen nothing, nobody nothing
I see, ayy

Look here, I spit the facts, raging aristocrat
heard them words, wanna get rid of that
When roll 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 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 niggas 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 come right back to me
a reminder that 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 over, back to Blacklist, Hova
personal, this Red Reddington
Shawn, I don't for you, still I'm doin' the work for you
Payback, his jaw, reimbursin' you
all behind his face, Sprite commercial you
Might have made a out of this one
Can't Bell Biv Devoe your way out of one, nah
So, warn damn campaign that hammers rang
I just bought a New Edition, you can't 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 when you sub real MCs, you get murdered
And since you signed to five guys, makes you a

Dem a me a murderer
I never duck, spray
I'ma 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 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 hoes belong to everybody
No celeb exempt, for everybody
So I seen you fucked shorty, not a bitter bone in me
I ain't think of how to handle the
Said I'm aware, have fun, understand it's, fam
Told that to you and not her, that's the man that I am
My nigga, got no respect
Odd cause you called me for the hoe check on hoe you checked
That makes sense, bad bitches, what Joe do best
And I's the man these parts when they ain't know you yet
kinda makes me your 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 means, dog, get please get a poncho
Subs fell short like a free throw from
So rude, he gay, so mean all the Budden threats
As soon as we shoot at King, Demarcus Cousins'
shit is truly a movie
You started a bein' a groupie for groupies
Shit, I had in the coupe and out her way
Before you ever wrote an about her
So who you playin' with,
I'm first shift at the bars, so only means I already made rounds
They say he the best MC and best flow'er
He better 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, checkered past, shoulda known the jump
It's whatever you roll, executives got your soul
Sedatives, I'm repetitive those records, show for
Regular Joe, sellin' records was the goal
I never sold records, I kept records of what was
have made a mistake out of this one
Day's long, can't Trey Songz way out of this one
So don't worry yourself, and I go
Fuck a record label, I courtesy of myself, Joe