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. 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

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

1: Rick Ross]
I up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was known to flash money
Hit the store, I throw [?]
to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no on me
We veterans so it's if you go get your army
A holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick come from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's just a
It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the
Cigars in the oval office, Ronald
Or Barack Obama, whisper asalaam
Live for the moment, die for the
Bible on the dash, kilos on the
I used to see you niggas on my TV
And wondered what was life like, was it all a
And then I met you out on dates
Came to the realization your watch was fake
Damn... you broke my heart
I thought you niggas really owned them cars

[Interlude: Rick
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 tag along
This thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder your
a head rush until the day the feds rush
That's when you niggas you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll ships
Fast comin' slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit
That's why .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, home invasion out on Ave
Red beam detonators, who the now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, I say good night
And pray that Fresh'll get to see the light

[Interlude: Rick
Damn, Stunna, I you, nigga
Hate it came to
Music

[Verse 3: Rick
You stole them boys pub and bought a
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more
I handed over records, 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
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever henchmen
killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, really no penny pinchin'
that you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a piece
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the
half our life for your new music cult
You would give us esteem and motivate our drive
But in our pocket by the time we count to five?
I you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His life, he gave you what there was to gain
I watched whole debacle so I'm part to blame
Last request, can all please get paid?

[Outro: Ross]
Can't believe shit, homie
I love you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch a billion, nigga
And your team starvin',
You on an island,
You to my city, nigga
I let you in my city,
And hurt me the most, nigga
Is how you did my Khaled, nigga
was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I in my brother's 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 in the hole, homie
I feel you for that, my nigga
shit hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It's painful what you see real niggas do when they get the
they get the bag
You can't never 'bout lil bruh and them
I'll never forget 'bout lil bruh and
Lil bruh and them, always
Lil bruh and them, for lil bruh and them