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 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 know what I'm
Maybach
Metaphor

[Verse 1: Ross]
I grew up on that Money
Bling bling, was known to flash money
Hit the liquor store, I [?]
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker
Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get army
A thug holiday is your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come a common place
So us gettin' money, that's just a
so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Raegan
Or Barack Obama, whisper asalaam
Live for the moment, die for the
on the dash, kilos 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 realization that your watch was
Damn... you broke my heart
I really thought you really owned them cars

[Interlude: Ross]
I to look up to you, nigga, uh

[Verse 2: Rick
Hard to point a finger you live a life of sin
I'ma bring my with me if I lose or win
Bought a of cars, let the bitches tag along
This thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, with Vogue
blowin' thick smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head until the day the feds rush
That's when you niggas you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink
money comin' slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so fuck shit 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, invasion out on Palm Ave
Red beam detonators, who the bomb
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good
And pray that Mannie get to see the light

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

[Verse 3: Rick
You them boys pub and bought a foreclosure
Scott Storch in it, which is more poison
I handed over records, never a coin
But consist the sentiment, I'm talkin' all
All issues, Rozay handle form
way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy
Plenty and I know that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, ain't no penny pinchin'
Knew that you would visit BG
Turk came home, that boy a three piece
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, 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 find the kindness in your heart for
His entire life, he gave you what there was to
I watched this whole so I'm part to blame
request, can all producers please get paid?

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