Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Bars (Meek Mill Diss)

This that sick rap, kick back, come to I pitch at
bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a wrap
Smooth as Frank with a motherfucking slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field the colt
Andrew Luck it
We had the rock, hit the block like up with it
Jay was in the Z, my gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked it
California state property you niggas with it
Brrrring, Peedi Crakk
was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas of
A Compton nigga that go bar for bar with Jada
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef cater
Game snap on he like a fucking wild gator
and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets tossed
16 on your back like you Jeff Goff
Your man girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them ducks?
These hoes at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she about practice
The is A.I
Artificial intelligence that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
Tell the pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, seat of my Caddy?
Used to them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, no relation to Swaggy
that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I really have one
And you can't call yourself if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the
to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year I'm fucking Halloween
This a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and put the ratchet to it
And this scope will get mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back it
Usain if you bring a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to to do it
Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the to it
Known for putting on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
Every situation in rap, been a savage through it
And all these hoes mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who else you seen parked at the swap in James Bond shit?
foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black lips
Nas ether niggas, Game shit
say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Kenny
Or you could your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to
She got a couple and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked
It could happen
You have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except this
This 1992 ain't no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop
Nigga, you that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you move quick
And start thinking about who you hop in the coupe with