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' 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: 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'?
Music
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1: Rick Ross]
I grew up on that Cash
Bling bling, was well known to money
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 better if you go get your army
A thug is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come from a common
So us gettin' money, that's a conversation
It's so hard rich and miss 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 to see you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered what was life like, was it all a
And I met you out on LiveNation dates
Came to the realization that your watch was
Damn... you nearly broke my
I thought you niggas really owned them cars

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

[Verse 2: Ross]
to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I'ma 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 to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with
Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder your
Such a head rush until the day the feds
That's when you wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink
Fast money comin' slow, you better think
Rap game, so much fuck shit
That's why this .45 in my fit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I and got a Wraith, boy
record labels, niggas 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 detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good
And pray that Fresh'll get to see the light

Rick Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I you, nigga
Hate it to this
Music

[Verse 3: Rick
You stole them 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 all alone
All Miami issues, Rozay form
Same way Big Ducky do for me in
Never slippin', got with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and Jimmy henchmen
Plenty killers and I know Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, really ain't no penny
Knew you would never visit BG
Turk home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' you the Folks
Sacrificin' our life for your new music cult
You would give us self and motivate our drive
But what's in our pocket by the time we count to
I pray you find the kindness in your heart for
His entire life, he you what there was to gain
I watched this whole debacle so I'm part to
Last request, can all producers please get

[Outro: Rick
Can't believe shit, homie
I still love you,
How the fuck, nigga, you half a billion, nigga
And team starvin', nigga
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 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 in the hole, homie
I don't you for that, my nigga
That shit hurt me, you Uh
It's painful you see real niggas do when they get the paper
they get the bag
You never forget 'bout lil bruh and them
never forget 'bout lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, remember
Lil bruh and them, this for lil and them