Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Arrogant

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

2: Joey Bada$$]
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, lane, I done paved it (right)
I done paid my dues now I'm just collectin' (collect)
One verse, that's gon' be your whole savings
If I was you, I'd be makin' funeral (true)
These bars, I could leave your in enslavement (what else?)
Hit you with the bar that I'm raisin', I in, gun blazin' (facts)
We gon' see who get the laugh (hah)
It's 'cause these niggas always trippin' off the past (hah)
Think this shit a joke until get smoked
Choked, off the words that they spoke
Listen though, it's gettin' near close
'Bout to blow brains through your fuckin' earlobes
This one, the kid been gon' for a while, they him
Patient with the shot, when we blast off, miss him

3: Russ]
(Somebody die tonight)
Rappers see me but don't say shit like they have vocals
And they be on the socials like they don't have Pro-Tools
They big you up until you're big
I guess the was never real, as if I really give a fuck
I'm already figures 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 deals
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 play Polo
My solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not
of the formula that put me here, so fuck you
When the album drops, watch who they all run to
(Haha)