Luyện nghe bài hát Conceited Bastard

1:

I created verb-noun ??? (The beautifullest shit)
I make up foundation, now who you facing?
The emcee,
Ras the mic faster than Ramadan in mach 3
Get off my dick,
And tell your bitch to here
And stick your dick in eardrum and fuck what you heard (Yeah)
Fa sheezy, drama
Multiple lacerations consecutive commas
I like my ill nana wet, my dry
Whippin' a BMW (drunk driving Miss Daisy)
Devil in a blue dress packing
While I'm doughnuts in the middle of the street
My middle east metaphors religious wars
Jah-hah (plus some other middle dialect)
Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad
my game face on like a goalie
So stick yourself, Pretty

You, you are, you conceited (8x)

2:

(We got some non-believers) So I'ma drop the bomb
the one-armed wide reciever
See we be off the hook like (busy signal phone)
Criminally insana, my brain do the
the varicose vanity who spin cancer
Rhetorical question, a hypothetical
Wouldn't my tongue at a seizure
my mind at my leisure
Living singe with more than Khadijah
And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a
Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci (Hell no!)
I rather mop the floor at a show
What part of "I'm the shit?" don't you (Gooby bitch)
favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
So, how dykes do I flip on the daily?
Many money, just give me Henny Remmy

Chorus: 8x

3:

(Well, true) Damn, skippy
I put that on I love
Like Lucy was fucking Ricky
Got more than Adidas
I'm cavy like fish
See money and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too much perputrating, not lyricism
Indo got you what your pen do
Faking pugilism, the evil you you and your man do
With a gloc, when you likely to red dot a 7-up can
My man, understand, I got
So much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a infection
I'm big-headed like babies down syndrome
Is you a from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome
This one girl tried to Billy me
But I was wearing two
So name nigga, Whodini (laughing)
reversal, this is my planet
You a Reebok commercial

What, nigga, check, check,
Uh, huh, yeah,
This out to all the critics
You can suck the
Check out for all the bitches to the radio
hate me though, you don't know me