Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Arrogant

[Verse 1:
is what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
What paid paper for, dammit
that goin' to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming
That boy from PG but D.C. claim him
And I ain't gotta act like I'm from there, I'm
Some rappers magicians, they trick you, they
Act as a gold medal, you link 'em, they 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 know where our at
So place a bet against me, where 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, I cum on her tits
How is this to spit like a fuckin' attempt?
I'm murderin' shit, I flip, then I your ass flipped
I flip the script, then skip to fuckin' event
I take the and dip, moments later it's spent
You take the check and shit, it's enough for 'rents
So how the fuck you telling me that I good enough, prick?
Ahhh, I think that I'm top ten, top
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

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

3: Russ]
(Somebody die tonight)
Rappers see me but don't say shit they don't have vocals
And be dissin' on the socials like 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 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 fuckin' all favorite
I'm the greatest, I'm not until all y'all say it
I'm courtside, multi-million dollar deals
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian, thousand dollar
I'm in Lake Como, you in NoHo, the hate is promo
I play solo, take photos, ride me like they play Polo
My crew solid, new problems, my day deserve two commas
A few dollars moves nada, we act the same, you not a—
Part of the formula that put me here, so you
When the album drops, watch who they all run to
(Haha)