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 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

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'?
Music
Black

[Verse 1: Rick
I up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was well to flash 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 it's if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your lay
Me and Trick come from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's just a
It's so hard stayin' rich and the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Raegan
Or Barack Obama, whisper asalaam
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 was fake
Damn... you broke my heart
I really thought you niggas really owned them

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

2: Rick Ross]
Hard to point a finger 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 with
Still blowin' thick while you powder your nose
a head rush until the day the feds rush
That's when you wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, shit'll sink ships
Fast money comin' slow, you better think
Rap game, so much fuck 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, in his synagogue
Publishin' is a sin, repent, me, Lord
Shots fired, home invasion out on Ave
Red detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good
And pray Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light

Rick Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I loved you,
Hate it came to
Music

[Verse 3: Ross]
You stole them boys pub and a foreclosure
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
Same way Big Ducky do for me in
Never slippin', got relationships with the niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy
Plenty killers and I know 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 in our pocket by the time we count to five?
I pray you the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he you what there was to gain
I watched whole debacle so I'm part to blame
request, can all producers please get paid?

[Outro: Rick
Can't this shit, homie
I still love you,
How the fuck, nigga, you half a billion, nigga
And your team starvin',
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 Khaled, nigga
was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my brother's eye,
my nigga, nigga, he took 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
That shit hurt me, you Uh
It's painful what you see real niggas do when they get the
When get the bag
You can't never forget 'bout lil bruh and
I'll forget 'bout lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, remember
Lil and them, this for lil bruh and them