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 y'all
in freestyle therapy, b
I make rappers fall like when starts, like cheap tissue
When you're to my shit you're getting ripped apart
Dissing wack without rehearsal
No what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so fuck it
Your man put down the cheddar, we get the pay-oh
I make sure you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way
Get dropped on your rap block without a spot
Separate you from the jock, I got plans to you hot
Watch an mc and you rot, these flows is crisp
When a mic in my hand bitches is to be like this
There's mad that wanna see mad skillz slip
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
wanna get gassed, I feed their ass a lit match
All these jealous-ass acting sheisty
Better tongue kiss magic johnson before they tell me I'm
But that's aiight, northside e, times three
Come through your town on skis, subtracting
Word to be in lonnie's last name
Approach me, all you that
Plus you getting blown out the frame
Who the nigga that got a big head he on the mic, pa?
Ask a question, me (bastard, you are)

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

Ayo, these niggas in the rap game, they straight lame
Had diss you in a rhyme, but these niggas be scared to say your
If a say mine, he getting bagged, kid, I'm a be in the
Studio whipping his ass he can finish his fucking ad-libs
Taking me out? hoping
Niggas always say they gonna do it, it never get done, it's like
I get it open, rhymes tying name
Simple and plain, I pull rhymes, one and one chain
I give a fuck about fame, press luck and quit
Mic-wise you realize I that nigga you wanna fuck with
I'm nice as a bitch with the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm
He don't know his name, walk a straight line
drunk, screaming like onyx
Forgot his security number, damn near drowning in his own vomit
I kill logic, test me friend, be in a club with your clothes
On backwards hollaring at a lesbian
Half of y'all niggas got raps and wack tracks
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? "
flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and cash
You like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her fucking ass
I do all y'all haters, believe me
You trying to end your career before this even start, come see me

repeat 2x

Who the mc that grab the mic and start busting rappers'
(you are you bastard)
Who be burning beats 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 than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you bastard)

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