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

Rick Ross]
I to see niggas on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you what I'm sayin'?
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[Verse 1: Rick
I grew up on that Cash
Bling bling, was well known to flash
Hit the store, I throw [?]
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's if you go get your army
A thug is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy from a common place
So us money, that's just a conversation
It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the
Cigars in the oval office, Ronald
Or Obama, whisper asalaam alaikum
for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, on the seat
I used to see you on my TV screen
And what was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation
to the realization that your watch was fake
Damn... you broke my heart
I really thought you really owned them cars

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

[Verse 2: Ross]
Hard to point a finger 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 thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
Still blowin' smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head rush until the day the rush
That's when you wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink
Fast money slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much shit done
That's why this .45 in my fit trunks
a skateboard, I went 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 invasion out on Ave
Red beam detonators, who the bomb
Look you in your eyes, nigga, I say good night
And that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light

[Interlude: Rick
Damn, Stunna, I you, nigga
Hate it to this
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[Verse 3: Ross]
You stole them boys pub and bought a
Scott Storch demons in it, is more poison
I handed over records, charged a coin
But the sentiment, I'm talkin' all alone
All Miami issues, handle form
way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin', got with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy
Plenty killers and I that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, ain't no penny pinchin'
Knew that you would never BG
came 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 esteem and motivate our
But what's in our pocket by the time we to five?
I pray you find the kindness in your for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you there was to gain
I watched this whole debacle so I'm part to
request, can all producers please get paid?

[Outro: Rick
Can't believe shit, homie
I still you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion,
And your team starvin',
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,
Khaled was to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my eye, nigga
my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga
That's why my nigga
That's why my nigga Khaled
You put my in the hole, homie
I don't you for that, my nigga
That hurt 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 forget 'bout lil bruh and
I'll never 'bout lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, remember
Lil bruh and them, for lil bruh and them