Luyện nghe bài hát Conceited Bastard

1:

I created verb-noun ??? (The beautifullest shit)
I make up like foundation, now who you
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 your eardrum and fuck you heard (Yeah)
Fa sheezy, drama
Multiple lacerations between commas
I my ill nana wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk driving Daisy)
in a blue dress packing heat
While I'm doing doughnuts in the of the street
My middle east metaphors motivate religious
Jah-hah (plus some other east dialect)
Get it popping like and Amhad Rashad
Keep my game 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
Like the one-armed reciever
See we be off the hook like (busy from phone)
insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the varicose vanity who spin
Rhetorical question, a answer
swallow my tongue at a seizure
Speak my at my leisure
Living singe with hoes than Khadijah
And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a
Clowning all ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for boots (Hell no!)
I rather mop the floor at a peep
What part of "I'm the shit?" you understand? (Gooby bitch)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras fan
So, how many dykes do I flip on the
Many money, just give me plenty Remmy

Chorus: 8x

3:

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

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