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. 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, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch. Just take notes

Rick Ross]
I to see niggas on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo them so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you what I'm sayin'?
Music
Black

[Verse 1: Rick
I grew up on that Cash
Bling bling, was known to flash money
Hit the store, I throw [?]
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a shorty
on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where body lay
Me and Daddy come from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's a conversation
It's so hard stayin' and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the office, Ronald Raegan
Or Barack Obama, whisper alaikum
for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, kilos on the
I to see you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation
Came to the realization that watch was fake
Damn... you nearly broke my
I really thought you niggas really owned cars

Rick Ross]
I used to up to you, nigga, uh

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

Rick Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I you, nigga
Hate it to this
Music

[Verse 3: Ross]
You stole boys pub and bought a foreclosure
Scott Storch in it, which is more poison
I over records, never charged a coin
But consist the sentiment, I'm all alone
All issues, Rozay handle form
Same way Big Ducky do for me in
Never slippin', got with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J and ever Jimmy henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy it
Tiger, chinchilla, really ain't no pinchin'
Knew you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take boy a three piece
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the
half our life for your new music cult
You give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But what's in our by the time we count 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 get paid?

Rick Ross]
Can't this shit, homie
I still 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 hurt me the most, nigga
Is how you did my Khaled, nigga
was loyal to you, nigga
The I seen in my brother's eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he that to the chin, nigga
why my nigga blessed
That's why my nigga blessed
You put my in the hole, homie
I don't feel you for that, my
shit hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It's painful what you see niggas do when they get the paper
When get the bag
You never forget 'bout lil bruh and them
I'll never forget 'bout lil bruh and
Lil and them, always remember
Lil and them, this for lil bruh and them