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. 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

[Intro: Rick
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 opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'?
Music
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1: Rick Ross]
I grew up on that Money
Bling bling, was well to flash money
Hit the liquor store, I [?]
to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker 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 come from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's a conversation
so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Raegan
Or Barack Obama, 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 I met you out on LiveNation dates
Came to the that your watch was fake
Damn... you nearly broke my
I really thought you really owned them cars

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

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

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

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

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