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' about no Wingstop. You can't handle this, nigga. You can't handle, sit down in the corner, shut the up and take notes, bitch. Just take notes

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

1: Rick Ross]
I grew up on Cash Money
Bling bling, was known to flash money
Hit the store, I throw [?]
Quick to a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, no pickin' on me
We veterans so better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come from a 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, whisper alaikum
Live for the moment, die for the
Bible on the dash, on the seat
I used to see you niggas on my TV
And wondered what was like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation
Came to the realization that your was fake
Damn... you nearly my heart
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 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
Omerta the code, Met Ball, with Vogue
Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder your
Such a rush until the day the feds rush
when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll ships
Fast money comin' slow, you better quick
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, in his synagogue
Publishin' is a sin, repent, me, Lord
fired, home invasion out on Palm Ave
Red detonators, who the bomb now?
you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good night
And pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the

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

3: Rick Ross]
You stole boys pub and bought a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, is more poison
I handed over records, charged a coin
But consist the sentiment, I'm talkin' all
All Miami issues, handle form
way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever henchmen
Plenty killers and I know Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, really ain't no pinchin'
Knew that you would never BG
Turk came home, that boy a three piece
Shootin' dope, coke, movin' 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 we count to five?
I pray you find the in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you there was to gain
I watched this whole so I'm part to blame
Last request, can all please get paid?

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