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 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 what I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you know I'm sayin'?
Maybach
Black

1: Rick Ross]
I grew up on that Money
Bling bling, was well to flash money
Hit the liquor store, I [?]
Quick to a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no 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 gettin' money, that's just a
It's so stayin' rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the office, Ronald 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 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 broke my heart
I really thought you really owned them cars

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

[Verse 2: Ross]
Hard to point a when you live a life of sin
bring my niggas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the tag along
This little of ours, not the ones to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties Vogue
Still thick smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head until the day the feds rush
That's when you wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink
money comin' slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit
That's why .45 in my truck fit trunks
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
fired, home invasion out on Palm Ave
Red beam detonators, who the now?
Look you in eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good night
And pray that Mannie get to see the light

[Interlude: Rick
Damn, Stunna, I loved you,
Hate it came to
Maybach

3: Rick Ross]
You stole them boys pub and a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more
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 with the trillest
Tony Draper, J Prince and Jimmy henchmen
Plenty killers and I that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, really ain't no penny
Knew you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a three
Shootin' dope, coke, movin' like you the Folks
Sacrificin' half our life for your new cult
You would us self esteem and motivate our drive
But what's in our by the time 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 this whole debacle so I'm part to blame
Last request, can all producers get paid?

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