Luyện nghe bài hát Super Ugly (Dissing Nas)

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

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

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

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

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

With Queens you know how I do
Look, I got more shooters in than you
will tie you up on the coliseum roof
And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth, look

I got a gun
Yeah, I got a gun

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

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

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

Me and the boy AI got in common
Than just ballin' and rhymin' get it, in Carmen
I in your Bentley backseat, skeeted in your jeep
Left on your baby seat

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

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

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

All I really know is your hoe wants to be me
And she playin'
And what I'm
(She with me)
And sleeps, the sheets