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, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop. You 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 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'?
Music
Black

[Verse 1: Ross]
I grew up on that Cash
bling, was well known to flash money
Hit the store, I throw [?]
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no on me
We so it's better if you go get your army
A holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come 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 Barack Obama, whisper asalaam
Live for the moment, die for the
on the dash, kilos on the seat
I used to see you on my TV screen
And wondered was life like, was it all a dream?
And I met you out on LiveNation dates
to the realization that your watch was fake
Damn... you broke my heart
I really thought you niggas really owned cars

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

[Verse 2: Rick
Hard to a finger when you live a life of sin
bring my niggas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag
This little thing of ours, not the ones to on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with
Still blowin' thick smoke you powder your nose
a head rush until the day the feds rush
That's when you niggas wish you put bread up
whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships
Fast money comin' slow, you better think
Rap game, so much fuck shit
That's why this .45 in my fit trunks
a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, niggas raped, boy
Birdman's a priest, in his synagogue
Publishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me,
fired, home invasion out on Palm Ave
Red beam detonators, who the bomb
Look you in your eyes, nigga, I say good night
And pray Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light

[Interlude: Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I loved you,
it came to this
Maybach

[Verse 3: Ross]
You stole them boys pub and bought a
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more
I handed records, never charged a coin
But the sentiment, I'm talkin' all alone
All Miami issues, Rozay form
Same way Big Ducky do for me in
Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest
Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy henchmen
Plenty and I know that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, ain't no penny pinchin'
Knew that you never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a piece
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the
Sacrificin' half our life for your new cult
You give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But what's in our pocket by the time we count to
I pray you find the kindness in your for Wayne
His life, he gave 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
believe this shit, homie
I still you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion,
And team starvin', nigga
You on an island,
You came to my city,
I let you in my city,
And hurt me the most, nigga
Is how you did my Khaled, nigga
Khaled was to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he that to the chin, nigga
why my nigga blessed
That's why my nigga Khaled
You put my nigga in the hole,
I feel 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
they get the bag
You never forget 'bout lil bruh and them
I'll never forget 'bout lil bruh and
Lil bruh and them, remember
Lil and them, this for lil bruh and them