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 with the click-clack-pow aiming
boy from PG but D.C. still claim him
And I ain't gotta act like I'm there, I'm real
Some rappers magicians, they trick you, they
Act as a gold medal, you link 'em, they daffodil
Meanwhile I'm just runnin' back kick on the field
Where the Redskins be losin' but we support 'em still
That's how you know where our at
So place a bet against me, your royalties at?
I bet I leave ass streamed of your 14 percent
Then on your 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 a fuckin' attempt?
I'm murderin' shit, I flip, then I your ass flipped
I flip the script, then skip to your fuckin'
I take the and dip, moments later it's spent
You take the check and shit, enough for your 'rents
So how the you telling me that I ain't good enough, prick?
Ahhh, I think I'm top ten, top five
Top three, top two, top one, and I'm not done
Trump supporters' daughters love me, so I still we won
She on her knees for that black thing, no Kaepernick, I the neck

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

[Verse 3:
(Somebody die tonight)
Rappers see me but say shit like they don't have vocals
And be dissin' on the socials like they don't have Pro-Tools
big you up until you're big enough
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 Mays
Y'all jumpin' out of bed for 50K
I roll back over and continue all y'all's favorite
I'm the greatest, I'm not stoppin' all y'all say it
I'm courtside, closin' dollar deals
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian, dollar meals
I'm in Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate 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 nada, we still act the same, you not a—
Part of the formula put me here, so fuck you
the second album drops, watch who they all run to
(Haha)