Luyện nghe bài hát Idols Become Rivals (Birdman Diss)

[Skit: Rock]
Yo this Chris Rock. I'm in 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 fuck up and take notes, bitch. Just take notes

Rick 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: Rick
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 thicker
Pistol on me, nigga, no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your
A thug is where your body lay
Me and Daddy come from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's a conversation
It's so stayin' rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Ronald
Or Barack Obama, asalaam alaikum
for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, on the seat
I to see you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered what was like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation
Came to the realization that your watch was
Damn... you nearly broke my
I really thought you niggas really owned them

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

[Verse 2: Rick
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
little 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 head rush until the day the feds
That's you niggas wish you put your bread up
whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships
Fast money comin' slow, you better quick
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 labels, niggas gettin' raped, boy
Birdman's a priest, in his synagogue
is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord
Shots fired, invasion out on Palm Ave
Red beam detonators, who the bomb
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good
And that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light

Rick Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I loved you,
Hate it to this
Maybach

[Verse 3: Rick
You stole boys pub and bought a foreclosure
Scott demons in it, which is more poison
I handed over records, never charged a
But consist the sentiment, I'm all alone
All Miami issues, Rozay form
way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy
Plenty killers and I know Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, ain't no penny pinchin'
Knew you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a piece
dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the Folks
Sacrificin' half our life for your new music
You would give us esteem and motivate our drive
But what's in our by the time we count to five?
I pray you find the kindness in heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you there was to gain
I watched this debacle so I'm part to blame
Last request, can all producers please get

[Outro: Ross]
believe this shit, homie
I still you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch a billion, nigga
And team starvin', nigga
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 Khaled, nigga
Khaled was to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my eye, nigga
my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga
That's why my blessed
why my nigga Khaled blessed
You put my nigga in the hole,
I feel you for that, my nigga
That shit me, you under-dig? Uh
painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paper
When get the bag
You can't never forget 'bout lil and them
I'll never forget 'bout lil and them
Lil bruh and them, always
Lil bruh and them, this for lil and them