Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Arrogant

[Verse 1:
This is what you all waitin' for, ain't it?
What people paper for, dammit
This that goin' to the gun with 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 rappers magicians, they trick you, Copperfield
Act tough as a gold medal, you 'em, they daffodil
Meanwhile I'm runnin' back kick returns on the field
Where the be losin' but we gon' support 'em still
That's how you know where our at
So a bet against me, where your royalties at?
I bet I leave your ass streamed of 14 percent
Then fuck on your bitch, my dick 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, I leave your ass flipped
I flip the script, then skip to your 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 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 still not
Trump supporters' love me, so I still think 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 it, this 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' arrangements (true)
bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (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 always trippin' off the past (hah)
Think this shit a joke somebody get smoked
Choked, off the words that they spoke
here 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, we blast off, won't miss him

[Verse 3:
(Somebody die tonight)
Rappers see me but don't say shit like they have vocals
And they be dissin' on the socials like 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 eight up
are in the minors still, I'm Willie Mays
Y'all jumpin' out of bed for 50K
I roll 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' dollar deals
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian, dollar meals
I'm in Lake Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is
I play solo, women photos, ride me like they play Polo
My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two
A few moves nada, we still act the same, you not a—
of the formula that put me here, so fuck you
When the second drops, watch who they all run to
(Haha)