Luyện nghe bài hát Idols Become Rivals (Birdman Diss)

[Skit: Rock]
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 in the corner, shut 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'?
Music
Black

[Verse 1: Ross]
I grew up on Cash Money
Bling bling, was well to flash money
Hit the store, I throw [?]
to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your
A thug holiday is where your lay
Me and Trick come from a common place
So us money, that's just a conversation
It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the
in the oval office, Ronald Raegan
Or Barack Obama, whisper alaikum
for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, kilos on the
I used to see you niggas on my TV
And wondered was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on dates
Came to the that your watch was fake
Damn... you broke my heart
I thought you niggas really owned them cars

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

[Verse 2: Rick
Hard to point a finger you live a life of sin
bring 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
Omerta the code, Met Ball, with Vogue
Still blowin' smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head rush until the day the feds
when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll ships
Fast money 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 record labels, gettin' raped, boy
Birdman's a priest, moans in his
is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord
Shots fired, home out on Palm Ave
Red detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, I say good night
And pray that Fresh'll get to see the light

[Interlude: Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I you, nigga
Hate it came to
Maybach

[Verse 3: Rick
You stole them boys pub and bought a
Scott Storch demons in it, is more poison
I handed over records, charged a coin
But consist the sentiment, I'm all alone
All Miami issues, handle form
Same way Big Ducky do for me in
slippin', got relationships with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and Jimmy henchmen
Plenty and I know that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, really no penny pinchin'
Knew that you never visit BG
Turk came home, take boy a three piece
dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the Folks
Sacrificin' half our life for 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 you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you there was to gain
I watched this whole so I'm part to blame
Last request, can all producers please get

[Outro: Rick
Can't this shit, homie
I love you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch a billion, nigga
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 brother Khaled,
Khaled was 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
That's why my Khaled blessed
You put my nigga in the hole,
I don't feel you for that, my
That shit me, you under-dig? Uh
It's painful what you see real niggas do when get the paper
When get the bag
You can't never 'bout lil bruh and them
I'll never forget 'bout lil and them
Lil bruh and them, always
Lil bruh and them, for lil bruh and them