Luyện nghe bài hát Idols Become Rivals (Birdman Diss)

[Skit: Chris
Yo this Chris Rock. I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay. We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose. That's how we do it. That's all we do. Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop. You can't handle this, nigga. You can't handle, sit down in the corner, the fuck up and take notes, bitch. Just take notes

[Intro: Ross]
I to see niggas on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you what I'm sayin'?
Maybach
Metaphor

[Verse 1: Ross]
I grew up on Cash Money
Bling bling, was well known to flash
Hit the liquor store, I [?]
Quick to a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your
A thug holiday is your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's just a
It's so hard stayin' rich and the confrontations
Cigars in the office, Ronald Raegan
Or Barack Obama, asalaam alaikum
for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, on the seat
I to see you niggas on my TV screen
And what was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation
Came to the that your watch was fake
Damn... you broke my heart
I thought you niggas really owned them cars

[Interlude: Rick
I used to up to you, nigga, uh

[Verse 2: Ross]
Hard to point a finger when you a life of sin
I'ma bring my with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag
This little thing of ours, not the to tattle on
the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
Still blowin' thick while you powder your nose
Such a rush until the day the feds rush
That's when you niggas wish you put your up
whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships
Fast money comin' slow, you better quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit
That's why .45 in my truck fit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, gettin' raped, boy
Birdman's a priest, in his synagogue
Publishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me,
Shots fired, invasion out on Palm Ave
Red beam detonators, who the now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good
And pray Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light

[Interlude: Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I you, nigga
Hate it to this
Music

[Verse 3: Ross]
You stole them pub and bought a foreclosure
Scott demons in it, which is more poison
I handed over records, never charged a
But the sentiment, I'm talkin' all alone
All Miami issues, handle form
Same way Big do for me in California
Never slippin', got with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and Jimmy henchmen
Plenty killers and I that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, ain't no penny pinchin'
Knew that you never visit BG
came home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin' dope, coke, movin' like you the Folks
Sacrificin' half our for your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our
But what's in our pocket by the time we to five?
I pray you the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you what there was to
I watched this whole debacle so I'm part to
Last request, can all producers please get

[Outro: Ross]
Can't believe this shit,
I love you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion,
And team starvin', nigga
You on an island,
You to my city, nigga
I let you in my city,
And what me the most, nigga
Is how you did my Khaled, nigga
was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I in my brother's eye, nigga
my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga
That's why my nigga
why my nigga Khaled blessed
You put my nigga in the hole,
I feel you for that, my nigga
That hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It's what you see real niggas do when they get the paper
they get the bag
You can't never forget lil bruh and them
I'll forget 'bout lil bruh and them
Lil and them, always remember
Lil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and