Luyện nghe bài hát Conceited Bastard

1:

I created verb-noun ??? (The most 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 tell your bitch to here
And stick your dick in eardrum and fuck what you heard (Yeah)
Fa sheezy, drama
Multiple lacerations between commas
I like my ill nana wet, my dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk Miss Daisy)
Devil in a dress packing heat
I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street
My middle east motivate religious wars
Jah-hah (plus some other middle dialect)
Get it popping like Felicia and Rashad
Keep my game on like a goalie
So stick yourself, Tony

You, you are, you conceited (8x)

2:

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

Chorus: 8x

3:

(Well, that's true) Damn,
I put that on everything I
Like when was fucking Ricky
Got stripes than Adidas
I'm cavy fish fetus
See money snit and bullshit cheetahs
Too much perputrating, not enough
got you believing what your pen do
Faking pugilism, the you claim you and your man do
With a gloc, when you least 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 down syndrome
Is you a playa the Himalyas with Jerome-rome
This one tried to Billy Jean me
But I was two rubbers
So name that nigga, (laughing)
reversal, this is my planet
You just a 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
Don't hate me though, you don't me