Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Arrogant

[Verse 1:
This is you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
What people paid for, dammit
This that goin' to the gun range the click-clack-pow aiming
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 tough as a gold medal, you link 'em, they
Meanwhile I'm just runnin' back kick on the field
Where the Redskins be losin' but we gon' '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 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 fuckin'
I'm murderin' shit, I flip, then I leave your ass
I flip the script, skip to your fuckin' event
I take the check and dip, later it's spent
You take the check and shit, it's enough for your
So how the fuck you me that I ain't good enough, prick?
Ahhh, I that 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 for that black thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the neck

[Verse 2: Bada$$]
Yo, yo, yo, Badmon! Uhh
Here's you been waitin' 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 now I'm just collectin' payments (collect)
One verse, that's gon' be your whole savings
If I was you, I'd be makin' arrangements (true)
bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (what else?)
Hit you with the bar that I'm raisin', I in, gun blazin' (facts)
We gon' see who get the last (hah)
It's funny 'cause these niggas always trippin' off the (hah)
Think this shit a joke somebody get smoked
Choked, off the very words they spoke
Listen here though, it's gettin' near
'Bout to blow your brains through fuckin' earlobes
This one, the kid gon' for a while, they missed him
Patient with the shot, when we off, won't miss him

3: Russ]
(Somebody die tonight)
Rappers see me but don't say shit like don't have vocals
And they be dissin' on the socials they don't have Pro-Tools
They big you up you're big enough
I guess the love was real, as if I really give a fuck
I'm already eight up
Y'all are in the minors still, I'm Willie
still jumpin' out of bed for 50K
I roll back over and continue fuckin' all favorite
I'm the greatest, I'm not stoppin' all y'all say it
I'm courtside, multi-million dollar deals
Then we it, eat Italian, thousand dollar meals
I'm in Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo
I play solo, women photos, ride me like they play Polo
My crew solid, new problems, my day ones 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, who they all run to
(Haha)