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 the heat
Your heart project Kool Aid, you sweet nigga
I got a 2 way, you gays
is not beef, this is rap, homey
I don't have a on me

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

You a little outta line, homey, let the nine hold me
Put you out your mind, homey, shit rhyme, homey
Kick your little lies, I my real facts
you sneakin' out the back of the source sound lab

We wasn't you, we had a tapin' too
We through to do our one two thing
It wasn't a come through 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 Queensbridge you
Niggas will tie you up on the roof
And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth, here

I got a gun
Yeah, I got a gun

Listen, I'm the J, the A to the fuck broad
never sold aspirin' how you Escobar?
Had to buy your back last time you got robbed
The nerve of coward nigga oh my God

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

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

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

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

Nasty shit, you though I was bonin'
You callin' Carm a hundred times I was her neck
You got a baby by the broad, you disown her yet
When your lies end? When does the truth begins?

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