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, 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 used to see on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you what I'm sayin'?"
If I had opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'?
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1: Rick Ross]
I up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was well known to flash
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 if you go get your army
A holiday 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 the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Ronald
Or Barack Obama, 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 wondered was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on dates
to the realization that your watch was fake
Damn... you nearly broke my
I thought you niggas really owned them cars

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

2: Rick Ross]
Hard to point a finger when you live a of sin
I'ma bring my 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 with
blowin' thick smoke while you powder your nose
Such a rush until the day the feds rush
That's when you niggas you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink
Fast money comin' slow, you better think
Rap game, so fuck shit done
That's why this .45 in my truck fit
Fuck a skateboard, I and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, niggas raped, boy
Birdman's a priest, in his synagogue
Publishin' is a sin, repent, me, Lord
Shots fired, invasion out on Palm Ave
Red detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say night
And that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light

[Interlude: Rick
Damn, Stunna, I loved you,
Hate it to this
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[Verse 3: Ross]
You stole them boys pub and a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, which is poison
I handed records, never charged 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 the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy
Plenty killers and I that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, really ain't no penny
Knew that you never visit BG
came home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, like you the Folks
Sacrificin' half our for your new music cult
You would 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 debacle so I'm part to
Last request, can all producers please get

[Outro: Ross]
Can't believe this shit,
I still love you,
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 what hurt me the most,
Is how you did my brother Khaled,
Khaled was loyal to you,
The I seen in my brother's eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin,
why my nigga blessed
That's why my nigga Khaled
You put my nigga in the hole,
I don't you for that, my nigga
shit 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 lil bruh and them
I'll never forget lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, remember
Lil bruh and them, this for lil and them