Luyện nghe bài hát The Conceited Bastard

Uh, what? supafriendz, uh, uh

up and down, ain't no comparing me, see
Cause I got some shit that'll put motherfuckers
Back in therapy, b
I make rappers fall like school starts, like cheap tissue
When you're next to my shit getting ripped apart
Dissing niggas without rehearsal
No matter what I say somebody take it personal, so fuck it
man put down the cheddar, nigga we get the pay-oh
I make you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way home
Get dropped on your rap block leaving a spot
Separate you from the jock, I got to make you hot
Watch an mc and you rot, these flows is crisp
When a mic in my hand is supposed to be like this
There's mad niggas that wanna see mad skillz
Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with bitch in my whip
Get a grip, whoever got the then I got the scratch
Mc's wanna get gassed, I feed ass a lit match
All jealous-ass niggas acting sheisty
Better tongue kiss magic johnson before tell me I'm nice
But that's aiight, northside e, conceited three
Come through your town on skis, subtracting
Word to battle be in lonnie's last
Approach me, all you getting
Plus you getting blown out the frame
Who the that got a big head when he on the mic, pa?
Ask a question, me (bastard, you are)

Who the mc that grab the mic and busting rappers' asses?
(you are you bastard)
Who be burning beats down leaving you with ashes?
(you are you bastard)
Who's the one who put wack right in their casket?
(you are you bastard)
Man these fools, they slower than molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you bastard)

Ayo, these little niggas in the rap game, straight lame
Had diss you in a rhyme, but these be scared to say your name
If a nigga say mine, he bagged, kid, I'm a be in the
Studio whipping his ass he can finish his fucking ad-libs
Taking me stop hoping
Niggas always say they gonna do it, it get done, it's like voting
I get it open, rhymes tying name
Simple and plain, I rhymes, one ring and one chain
I give a fuck about fame, your luck and quit
Mic-wise you realize I ain't nigga you wanna fuck with
I'm as a bitch with the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm wack
He don't know his name, can't walk a straight
Pissy drunk, like onyx
Forgot his social security number, damn drowning in his own vomit
I kill logic, test me friend, you'll be in a club with clothes
On backwards hollaring at a well-known
Half of y'all niggas got wack raps and wack
Talking about you representing, putting your on the map
Still, your heard your tape and wanted to shoot you
And niggas around this bitch wonder why we ourselves "super? "
Your flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and
You shouldn't like that your ho got my tatooed on her fucking ass
I do all y'all haters, believe me
You trying to end your career before this shit even start, see me

repeat 2x

Who the mc that grab the mic and start rappers' asses?
(you are you bastard)
Who be burning down leaving you with straight ashes?
(you are you bastard)
the one who put wack mc's right in their casket?
(you are you bastard)
Man these fools, they slower retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you bastard)

"well true" "you are" (repeat 16x)