Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Arrogant

[Verse 1:
This is what you all waitin' for, ain't it?
What people paid paper for,
This that goin' to the gun range with the click-clack-pow
That boy PG but D.C. still claim him
And I ain't gotta act like I'm from there, I'm
Some rappers magicians, trick you, they Copperfield
Act as a gold medal, you link 'em, they daffodil
Meanwhile I'm just runnin' kick returns on the field
the Redskins be losin' but we gon' support 'em still
That's how you know where our at
So place a bet against me, your royalties at?
I bet I leave your ass streamed of 14 percent
Then fuck on your bitch, my dick 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 ass flipped
I flip the script, skip to your fuckin' event
I take the check and dip, moments later it's
You take the and shit, it's enough for your 'rents
So how the fuck you telling me I ain't good enough, prick?
Ahhh, I think that I'm top ten, top
Top three, top two, top one, and I'm not done
Trump daughters love me, so I still think we won
She on her for that black thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the neck

[Verse 2: Joey
Yo, yo, yo, Badmon! Uhh
Here's what you been for, ain't it?
It's a portrait, if you can see the picture, 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 life savings
If I was you, I'd be funeral arrangements (true)
These bars, I leave your mind in enslavement (what else?)
Hit you with the bar that I'm raisin', I come in, gun (facts)
We gon' see who get the last (hah)
It's funny 'cause these niggas always off the past (hah)
Think shit a joke until somebody get smoked
Choked, off the words that they spoke
Listen here though, gettin' near close
'Bout to your brains through your fuckin' earlobes
This one, the kid gon' for a while, they missed him
Patient the shot, when we blast off, won't miss him

[Verse 3:
(Somebody die tonight)
Rappers see me but don't say 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 love was never real, as if I really give a
I'm already eight up
Y'all are in the minors still, I'm Willie
Y'all still out of bed for 50K
I back over and continue fuckin' all y'all's favorite
I'm the greatest, I'm not stoppin' all y'all say it
I'm courtside, closin' multi-million dollar
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian, thousand dollar
I'm in Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo
I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play
My solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
A few dollars moves nada, we act the same, you not a—
of the formula that put me here, so fuck you
When the second album drops, watch who all run to
(Haha)