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 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 used to see on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you know I'm sayin'?
Music
Black

[Verse 1: Ross]
I grew up on Cash Money
Bling bling, was known 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 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 stayin' rich and the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Raegan
Or Barack Obama, whisper alaikum
for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, on the seat
I used to see you on my TV screen
And wondered what was like, was it all a dream?
And I met you out on LiveNation dates
Came to the realization that your was fake
Damn... you nearly my heart
I really thought you niggas really them cars

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

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

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

3: Rick Ross]
You stole them boys pub and a foreclosure
Storch demons in it, which is more poison
I handed records, never charged a coin
But consist the sentiment, I'm talkin' all
All Miami issues, Rozay form
Same way Big do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy
killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, really ain't no penny
Knew that you would visit BG
Turk home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the
Sacrificin' half our life for your new music
You would 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 heart for
His entire life, he gave you there was to gain
I watched this whole debacle so I'm to blame
Last request, can all producers please get

Rick Ross]
Can't believe this shit,
I still you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you half a billion, nigga
And your starvin', nigga
You on an island,
You to my city, nigga
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 pain I seen in my eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin,
That's why my blessed
That's why my Khaled blessed
You put my in the hole, homie
I feel you for that, my nigga
That hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It's painful what you see real do when they 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, always
Lil bruh and them, this for lil and them