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 blessed the mic faster than in mach 3
Get off my dick,
And your bitch to come here
And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you (Yeah)
Fa sheezy, drama
Multiple between consecutive commas
I like my ill wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk Miss Daisy)
Devil in a blue packing heat
While I'm doing doughnuts in the of the street
My middle metaphors motivate religious wars
Jah-hah (plus some middle east dialect)
Get it popping like and Amhad Rashad
Keep my face on like a goalie
So yourself, Pretty Tony

You, you are, you bastard (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 from phone)
insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the varicose who spin cancer
Rhetorical question, a hypothetical
Wouldn't my tongue at a seizure
Speak my at my leisure
Living with more hoes than Khadijah
And when I'm bent, 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 mop the floor at a peep show
part of "I'm the shit?" don't you understand? (Gooby bitch)
Your rapper is a Ras Kass fan
So, how many dykes do I on the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Remmy

Chorus: 8x

3:

(Well, true) Damn, skippy
I put that on everything I
Like when was fucking Ricky
Got more stripes Adidas
I'm cavy like fish
See money and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too much perputrating, not enough
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 much doe in my pocket, I my girl a yeast infection
I'm big-headed babies with down syndrome
Is you a playa from the with Jerome-rome
This one tried to Billy Jean me
But I was two rubbers
So that nigga, Whodini (laughing)
Controversal reversal, is my planet
You just a commercial

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