Luyện nghe bài hát Conceited Bastard

1:

I created ??? (The most 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 your bitch to come here
And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck you heard (Yeah)
Fa sheezy, drama
lacerations between consecutive commas
I like my ill wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk Miss Daisy)
in a blue dress packing heat
While I'm doughnuts 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
Keep my game on like a goalie
So stick yourself, Tony

You, you are, you bastard (8x)

2:

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

8x again

3:

(Well, true) Damn, skippy
I put on everything I love
Like when was fucking Ricky
Got more stripes than
I'm like fish fetus
See snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too perputrating, not enough lyricism
Indo got you what your pen do
Faking pugilism, the evil you you and your man do
With a gloc, when you least 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 like with down syndrome
Is you a from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome
This one girl tried to Billy me
But I was two rubbers
So that nigga, Whodini (laughing)
Controversal reversal, is my planet
You a Reebok 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 me though, you don't know me