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 need the heat
Your heart pump Kool Aid, you sweet nigga
I got a 2 way, you gays
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 over a million
Look, I got beef like a hundred children
Niggas with pink suits, to get cute

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

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

With niggas you know how I do
Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge you
Niggas will tie you up on the coliseum
And open beer off the boy chipped tooth, look here

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 'em to ya live lift up your windows
Let the peek in to your dirty laundry
don't want me to continue Hov

Super
('Cause I don't 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, between the

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

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

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

When reality set in or does it not matter?
Gotta hurt, I'm your baby 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 ain't
And I'm sayin'
(She creeps me)
And sleeps, between the