Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Arrogant

[Verse 1:
This is what you all been for, ain't it?
What people paid paper for,
This goin' to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming
That boy from PG but D.C. still him
And I ain't gotta act like I'm from there, I'm
rappers magicians, they trick you, they Copperfield
Act as a gold medal, you link 'em, they daffodil
Meanwhile I'm just runnin' back returns on the field
Where the Redskins be losin' but we gon' 'em still
how you know where our loyalty at
So place a bet me, where your royalties at?
I bet I leave ass streamed of your 14 percent
Then fuck on bitch, my dick named Matumbu, I'm lit
I rub on her clit, she drip, then I cum on her
How common is this to spit like a attempt?
I'm murderin' shit, I flip, then I leave your ass
I flip the script, then to your fuckin' event
I take the check and dip, later it's spent
You take the check and shit, enough for your 'rents
So how the fuck you telling me I ain't good enough, prick?
Ahhh, I think I'm top ten, top five
Top three, top two, top one, and I'm still not
Trump supporters' daughters love me, so I still we won
She on her knees for black thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the neck

[Verse 2: Bada$$]
Yo, yo, yo, Badmon! Uhh
Here's what you been waitin' for, it?
a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it
I ain't got to explain it, this lane, I done it (right)
I done paid my dues now I'm just payments (collect)
One verse, that's gon' be your whole savings
If I was you, I'd be funeral arrangements (true)
These bars, I could leave mind in enslavement (what else?)
Hit you the bar that I'm raisin', I come in, gun blazin' (facts)
We see who get the last laugh (hah)
It's funny these niggas always trippin' off the past (hah)
Think shit a joke until somebody get smoked
Choked, off the very that they spoke
here though, it's gettin' near close
'Bout to blow your brains your fuckin' earlobes
This one, the kid been for a while, they missed him
Patient with the shot, we blast off, won't miss him

[Verse 3:
(Somebody die tonight)
see me but don't say shit like they don't have vocals
And they be dissin' on the socials like they don't have
They big you up you're big enough
I guess the was never real, as if I really give a fuck
I'm eight figures up
Y'all are in the minors still, I'm Mays
Y'all still out of bed for 50K
I roll back and continue fuckin' all y'all's favorite
I'm the greatest, I'm not until all y'all say it
I'm courtside, closin' multi-million deals
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian, dollar meals
I'm in Lake Como, you stay in NoHo, the is promo
I play solo, women take photos, me like they play Polo
My crew solid, new problems, my day deserve two commas
A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not
Part of the formula put me here, so fuck you
When the second album drops, watch who all run to
(Haha)