Luyện nghe bài hát Super Ugly (Dissing Nas)

Woke up this
(You got a gun)
Yeah, I got a gun
Yeah, I got a gun
Brooklyn, up, I got myself a gun

But really, I don't need the
Your heart pump Kool Aid, you sweet nigga
I don't got a 2 way, you
This is not beef, this is rap,
I don't a scratch on me

You Jay soft rip Jay off
Damn, I'm only worth a hundred million
Look, I got beef with like a hundred
Niggas with pink suits, tryin' to get

You a little line, homey, don't let the nine hold me
Put you out your mind, homey, shit rhyme, homey
Kick your little lies, I my real facts
Like you sneakin' out the back of the source lab

We wasn't chasin' you, we had a too
We through to do our one two thing
It a Roc-A-Fella come through thing
'Cause if it was on like that niggas come through Queens

With Queens niggas you how I do
Look, I got more in Queensbridge than you
Niggas will tie you up on the roof
And open beer bottles off the boy tooth, look here

I got a gun
Yeah, I got a gun

Listen, I'm the J, the A to the this broad
Nigga sold aspirin' how you Escobar?
Had to buy your back last time you got robbed
The of this coward nigga oh my God

And I know rap rumors are in the
I 'em to ya live lift up your windows
Let the public peek in to your laundry
Y'all don't want me to Hov

Super
('Cause I give a fuck)
All I really know is hoe wants to be with me
And she ain't
And what I'm
(She creeps me)
And sleeps, between the

Me and the boy AI got more in
just ballin' and rhymin' get it, more in Carmen
I came in your Bentley backseat, skeeted in your
Left condoms on your baby

Yeah nigga, the gloves is off, the is done
It's whatever, whenever, however one
And since you infatuated with sayin' gay shit
Yes, you was kissin' my when you was kissin' that bitch

Nasty shit, you though I was Vanette
You callin' Carm a hundred times I was bonin' her
You got a baby by the broad, you can't her yet
When does your lies When does the truth begins?

does reality set in or does it not matter?
Gotta hurt, I'm your baby mama's favorite
And ask your current girl, she knows up
Holla at a real 'cause, nigga, I don't give a fuck

All I really know is your hoe to be with me
And she ain't
And I'm sayin'
(She with me)
And sleeps, the sheets