Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Arrogant

[Verse 1:
This is you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
What people paid paper for,
This that goin' to the gun range with the aiming
That boy from PG but D.C. claim him
And I ain't gotta act like I'm from there, I'm
Some magicians, they 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' 'em still
That's how you know where our at
So place a bet me, where your royalties at?
I bet I leave your ass streamed of 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 to spit like a fuckin' attempt?
I'm shit, I flip, then I leave your ass flipped
I flip the script, skip to your fuckin' event
I the check 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 ain't good enough,
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 for that black thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the neck

2: Joey Bada$$]
Yo, yo, yo, Badmon! Uhh
Here's you been waitin' for, ain't 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 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 makin' funeral (true)
These bars, I could leave your 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 funny 'cause these always trippin' off the past (hah)
Think this shit a until somebody get smoked
Choked, off the very that they spoke
Listen here though, it's near close
'Bout to blow your brains through fuckin' earlobes
one, the kid been gon' for a while, they missed him
Patient with the shot, when we blast off, 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 they don't Pro-Tools
They big you up until you're big
I the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck
I'm already figures up
Y'all are in the still, I'm Willie Mays
Y'all jumpin' out of bed for 50K
I back over and continue fuckin' all y'all's favorite
I'm the greatest, I'm not stoppin' until 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 take photos, ride me like they Polo
My solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
A few moves nada, we still 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)