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, 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

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

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

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

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

Rick Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I you, nigga
it came to this
Maybach

[Verse 3: Ross]
You stole them boys pub and a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, is more poison
I handed over records, never a coin
But consist the sentiment, I'm all alone
All Miami issues, Rozay form
Same way Big do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy it
Tiger, chinchilla, ain't no penny pinchin'
Knew that you would never BG
Turk home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, like you the Folks
Sacrificin' half our life for your new cult
You would give us self and motivate our drive
But what's in our by the time we count to five?
I pray you find the kindness in heart for Wayne
His entire life, he you what there was to gain
I this whole debacle so I'm part to blame
Last request, can all producers get paid?

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