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, 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

[Intro: Ross]
I to see niggas on TV, man
I to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you what I'm sayin'?
Music
Black

[Verse 1: Ross]
I grew up on that Money
Bling bling, was known to flash money
Hit the store, I throw [?]
Quick to switch a bitch up, up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your
A thug holiday is your body lay
Me and Trick come from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's just a
It's so hard stayin' and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Raegan
Or Obama, whisper asalaam alaikum
Live for the moment, die for the
Bible on the dash, on the seat
I to see you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered what was life like, was it all a
And then I met you out on LiveNation
Came to the realization that your watch was
Damn... you broke my heart
I really thought you niggas owned them cars

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

[Verse 2: Rick
to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I'ma bring my niggas me if I lose or win
Bought a of cars, let the bitches tag along
This little of ours, not the ones to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, with Vogue
Still thick smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head rush until the day the rush
when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that sink ships
Fast money slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so fuck shit done
That's why .45 in my truck fit trunks
a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic labels, niggas gettin' raped, boy
Birdman's a priest, moans in his
Publishin' is a sin, repent, me, Lord
Shots fired, home out on Palm Ave
Red beam detonators, who the now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say night
And pray that Fresh'll get to see the light

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

3: Rick Ross]
You stole them boys pub and a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, is more poison
I handed over records, never a coin
But consist the sentiment, I'm talkin' all
All issues, Rozay handle form
way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin', got with the trillest niggas
Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy henchmen
Plenty and I know that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, ain't no penny pinchin'
that you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a piece
Shootin' dope, coke, movin' like you the Folks
Sacrificin' half our life for your new cult
You would give us self and motivate our drive
But what's in our pocket by the we count to five?
I pray you find the kindness in heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you what there was to
I this whole debacle so I'm part to blame
request, can all producers please get paid?

[Outro: Ross]
Can't this shit, homie
I still you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you half a billion, nigga
And team starvin', nigga
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 brother Khaled,
Khaled was loyal to you,
The pain I in my brother's eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin,
That's why my blessed
That's why my nigga Khaled
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 you see real niggas do when they get the paper
When get the bag
You can't never forget 'bout lil bruh and
never forget 'bout lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, always
Lil and them, this for lil bruh and them