Luyện nghe bài hát Conceited Bastard

1:

I created verb-noun ??? (The beautifullest shit)
I up like foundation, now who you facing?
The emcee,
Ras blessed the mic faster Ramadan in mach 3
Get off my dick,
And your bitch to come here
And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck you heard (Yeah)
Fa sheezy, articulate
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 doing in the middle of the street
My middle metaphors motivate religious wars
Jah-hah (plus other middle east dialect)
Get it popping like Felicia and Rashad
my game face on like a goalie
So stick yourself, Tony

You, you are, you bastard (8x)

2:

(We still got non-believers) So I'ma drop the bomb
Like the one-armed wide
See we be off the hook like (busy from phone)
insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the vanity who spin cancer
question, a hypothetical answer
Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a
my mind at my leisure
Living singe with hoes than Khadijah
And I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent
Clowning all baby-face ass who love hoes and pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci (Hell no!)
I rather mop the at a peep show
part of "I'm the shit?" don't you understand? (Gooby bitch)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras fan
So, how dykes do I flip on the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Henny

Chorus: 8x

3:

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

What, nigga, check, check,
Uh, huh, yeah,
goes out to all the critics
You can the didick
this out for all the bitches to the radio
Don't hate me though, you don't me