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, stand up, I got a gun

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

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

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

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

Queens niggas you know how I do
Look, I got more in Queensbridge than you
Niggas will tie you up on the coliseum
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 broad
Nigga never sold aspirin' how you
Had to buy your chain back last you got robbed
The nerve of this coward oh my God

And I know rap are in the windows
I bring 'em to ya live lift up your
Let the public peek in to dirty laundry
Y'all want me to continue Hov

Super
('Cause I don't a fuck)
All I really know is hoe wants to be with me
And she playin'
And what I'm
(She with me)
And sleeps, the sheets

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 jeep
Left on your baby seat

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

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

When does reality set in or it not matter?
Gotta hurt, I'm your baby mama's rapper
And ask your girl, she knows what's up
Holla at a real nigga 'cause, nigga, 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, the sheets