Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Arrogant

[Verse 1:
This is what you all waitin' for, ain't it?
What paid paper for, dammit
This that goin' to the gun range with the aiming
That boy PG but D.C. still claim him
And I ain't gotta act like I'm from there, I'm
Some rappers magicians, trick you, they Copperfield
Act tough as a gold medal, you link 'em, daffodil
Meanwhile I'm just runnin' kick returns on the field
Where the Redskins be losin' but we gon' support 'em
That's how you know where our at
So place a bet me, where your royalties at?
I bet I your ass streamed of your 14 percent
Then fuck on your bitch, my dick Matumbu, I'm lit
I rub on her clit, she drip, then I cum on her
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 later spent
You take the check and shit, it's enough for your
So how the fuck you telling me 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' daughters me, so I still think we won
She on her knees for that black thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the

2: Joey Bada$$]
Yo, yo, yo, Badmon! Uhh
Here's what you waitin' for, ain't it?
a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it
I got to explain it, this lane, I done paved it (right)
I done paid my dues now I'm collectin' payments (collect)
One verse, that's gon' be your whole life
If I was you, I'd be funeral arrangements (true)
These bars, I leave your mind in enslavement (what else?)
Hit you with the bar that I'm raisin', I in, gun blazin' (facts)
We see who get the last laugh (hah)
It's funny 'cause these niggas always off the past (hah)
this shit a joke until somebody get smoked
Choked, off the very words that spoke
Listen though, it's gettin' near close
to blow your brains through your fuckin' earlobes
This one, the kid been 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 don't say shit like 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 guess the love was never real, as if I give a fuck
I'm already eight up
are in the minors still, I'm Willie Mays
Y'all still out of bed for 50K
I roll back over and continue fuckin' all y'all's
I'm the greatest, I'm not stoppin' all y'all say it
I'm courtside, closin' multi-million dollar
we celebrate it, eat Italian, thousand dollar meals
I'm in Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo
I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they 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 put me here, so fuck you
When the second drops, watch who they all run to
(Haha)