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 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 to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm
Maybach
Metaphor

[Verse 1: Ross]
I up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was well to flash money
Hit the store, I throw [?]
Quick to a bitch up, pick up me a thicker 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 from a common
So us gettin' money, that's just a
It's so hard 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 life like, was it all a
And then I met you out on LiveNation
Came to the realization that your watch was
Damn... you nearly my heart
I really thought you niggas owned them cars

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

[Verse 2: Ross]
Hard to point a finger when you live a of sin
I'ma bring my niggas with me if I or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag
This thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, with Vogue
Still blowin' thick smoke while you your nose
Such a head rush until the day the feds
That's you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, shit'll sink ships
Fast money slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck done
That's why this .45 in my truck fit
Fuck a skateboard, I and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic labels, niggas gettin' raped, boy
Birdman's a priest, moans in his
is a sin, repent, forgive 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 to this
Maybach

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

[Outro: Ross]
Can't this shit, homie
I still love you,
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 what me the most, nigga
Is how you did my brother Khaled,
was loyal to you, nigga
The I seen in my brother's eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he that to the chin, nigga
That's why my blessed
why my nigga Khaled blessed
You put my nigga in the hole,
I don't you for that, my nigga
shit hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It's painful what you see real do when they get the paper
When get the bag
You can't never 'bout lil bruh and them
I'll never 'bout lil bruh and them
Lil and them, always remember
Lil bruh and them, this for lil and them