Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Arrogant

[Verse 1:
This is you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
people paid paper for, dammit
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 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 just runnin' back returns on the field
Where the be losin' but we gon' support 'em still
how you know where our loyalty at
So a bet against me, where your royalties at?
I bet I your ass streamed of your 14 percent
fuck 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 like a attempt?
I'm murderin' shit, I flip, then I leave ass flipped
I flip the script, skip to your fuckin' event
I take the and dip, moments later it's spent
You the check and shit, it's enough for your 'rents
So how the you telling me that I ain't good enough, prick?
Ahhh, I think that I'm top ten, top
Top three, top two, top one, and I'm still not
Trump supporters' daughters love me, so I think we won
She on her knees for that thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the neck

[Verse 2: 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 got to explain it, this lane, I done paved it (right)
I paid my dues now I'm just collectin' payments (collect)
One verse, that's be your whole life savings
If I was you, I'd be makin' funeral (true)
These bars, I could leave 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 last (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 that spoke
Listen here though, it's near close
'Bout to blow your brains through fuckin' earlobes
This one, the kid been gon' for a while, missed him
with the shot, when we blast off, won't miss him

[Verse 3:
(Somebody die tonight)
see me but don't say shit like they don't have vocals
And they be on the socials like they don't have Pro-Tools
big you up until you're big enough
I guess the love was never real, as if I really a fuck
I'm eight 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 stoppin' until all say it
I'm courtside, closin' dollar deals
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian, thousand dollar
I'm in Lake Como, you stay in NoHo, the is promo
I play solo, take photos, ride me like they play Polo
My solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
A few dollars nada, we still act the same, you not a—
Part of the that put me here, so fuck you
When the album drops, watch who they all run to
(Haha)