Luyện nghe bài hát Idols Become Rivals (Birdman Diss)

[Skit: Rock]
Yo this Chris Rock. I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay. We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose. That's how we do it. That's all we do. Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop. You can't this, nigga. You can't handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch. Just take notes

[Intro: Ross]
I to see niggas on TV, man
I to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you know I'm sayin'?
Music
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1: Rick Ross]
I up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was well known to money
Hit the liquor store, I [?]
Quick to switch a bitch up, up me a thicker shorty
on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
We veterans so better if you go get your army
A holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's a conversation
It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the
Cigars in the oval office, Raegan
Or Barack Obama, whisper alaikum
for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, on the seat
I used to see you niggas on my TV
And wondered what was life like, was it all a
And then I met you out on dates
Came to the realization that watch was fake
Damn... you broke my heart
I really you niggas really owned them cars

[Interlude: Ross]
I to look up to you, nigga, uh

2: Rick Ross]
Hard to point a finger when you live a of sin
I'ma bring my niggas me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag
This little of ours, not the ones to tattle on
the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder nose
Such a head rush until the day the rush
That's you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink
Fast money comin' slow, you think quick
Rap game, so much fuck done
why this .45 in my truck fit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, niggas raped, boy
Birdman's a priest, in his synagogue
Publishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me,
Shots fired, invasion out on Palm Ave
Red beam detonators, who the now?
Look you in eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good night
And pray Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light

[Interlude: Rick
Damn, Stunna, I loved you,
it came to this
Maybach

[Verse 3: Rick
You stole them boys pub and bought a
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more
I handed over records, never charged a
But consist the sentiment, I'm all alone
All Miami issues, handle form
Same way Big do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships with the niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever henchmen
Plenty and I know that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, really no penny pinchin'
Knew that you would visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a three
dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the Folks
Sacrificin' half our life for your new music
You give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But what's in our pocket by the time we count to
I pray you the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you what there was to
I watched this whole debacle so I'm to blame
request, can all producers please get paid?

[Outro: Ross]
believe this shit, homie
I still you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion,
And team starvin', nigga
You on an island,
You to my city, nigga
I let you in my city,
And what me the most, nigga
Is how you did my brother Khaled,
was loyal to you, nigga
The I seen in my brother's eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took to the chin, nigga
That's why my blessed
why my nigga Khaled blessed
You put my in the hole, homie
I feel you for that, my nigga
That shit hurt me, you Uh
It's painful what you see real niggas do when get the paper
When get the bag
You can't never forget 'bout lil bruh and
I'll never forget lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, always
Lil and them, this for lil bruh and them