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 the click-clack-pow aiming
That boy PG but D.C. still claim him
And I ain't act like I'm from there, I'm real
Some magicians, they trick you, they Copperfield
Act as a gold medal, you link 'em, they daffodil
Meanwhile I'm runnin' back kick returns on the field
Where the Redskins be losin' but we gon' support 'em
how you know where our loyalty at
So place a bet me, where your royalties at?
I bet I leave ass streamed of your 14 percent
Then fuck on bitch, my dick named Matumbu, I'm lit
I rub on her clit, she drip, I cum on her tits
How common is this to spit like a fuckin'
I'm murderin' shit, I flip, then I leave your ass
I the script, then skip to your fuckin' event
I take the check and dip, moments it's spent
You the check and shit, it's enough for your 'rents
So how the fuck you telling me that I good enough, prick?
Ahhh, I that I'm top ten, top five
Top three, top two, top one, and I'm still not
Trump daughters love me, so I still think we won
She on her knees for black thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the neck

[Verse 2: Bada$$]
Yo, yo, yo, Badmon! Uhh
Here's what you been for, ain't it?
a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it
I ain't got to it, this lane, I done paved it (right)
I paid my dues now I'm just 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 your mind in enslavement (what else?)
Hit you with the bar that I'm raisin', I come in, gun (facts)
We see who get the last laugh (hah)
It's funny 'cause these niggas trippin' off the past (hah)
Think this shit a joke until somebody get
Choked, off the words that 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

[Verse 3:
(Somebody die tonight)
Rappers see me but don't say shit they don't have vocals
And they be dissin' on the socials like they don't Pro-Tools
They big you up you're big enough
I the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck
I'm already eight up
Y'all are in the minors still, I'm Willie
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, multi-million dollar deals
Then we it, eat Italian, thousand dollar meals
I'm in Lake Como, you 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 deserve two
A few dollars nada, we still act the same, you not a—
Part of the formula that put me here, so you
When the second album drops, watch who all run to
(Haha)