Luyện nghe bài hát The Conceited Bastard

Uh, what? supafriendz, uh, uh

Straight up and down, ain't no me, see
I got some shit that'll put y'all motherfuckers
Back in therapy, b
I make fall like when school starts, like cheap tissue
When you're next to my shit you're getting apart
Dissing wack without rehearsal
No matter what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so it
Your man put down the cheddar, we get the pay-oh
I make sure you a friend for life and be looking for a way home
Get dropped on your rap block without 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 bitches is supposed to be like
There's mad niggas that see mad skillz slip
Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with your bitch in my
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 niggas sheisty
Better tongue kiss magic johnson they tell me I'm nice
But aiight, northside e, conceited times three
Come through town on skis, subtracting mc's
Word to be in lonnie's last name
Approach me, all you that
Plus you getting blown out the fucking
Who the that got a big head when he on the mic, pa?
Ask a question, me (bastard, you are)

Who the mc that the mic and start busting rappers' asses?
(you are you bastard)
Who be burning beats down leaving you straight ashes?
(you are you bastard)
Who's the one who put wack right in their casket?
(you are you bastard)
Man these fools, they 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 name
If a say mine, he getting bagged, kid, I'm a be in the
Studio whipping his ass before he can finish his ad-libs
Taking me out? stop
Niggas always say they gonna do it, it get done, it's like voting
I get it open, rhymes into name
Simple and plain, I rhymes, one ring and one chain
I give a about fame, press your luck and quit
Mic-wise you realize I ain't that nigga you fuck with
I'm nice as a bitch with the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm
He don't his name, can't walk a straight line
Pissy drunk, screaming onyx
Forgot his security number, damn near drowning in his own vomit
I kill logic, test me friend, you'll be in a club with clothes
On backwards hollaring at a lesbian
Half of y'all niggas got wack raps and wack
Talking about you representing, putting town on the map
Still, your mother heard tape and wanted to shoot you
And around this bitch wonder why we call ourselves "super? "
Your flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and
You like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her fucking ass
I do all playa haters, believe me
You trying to end your before this shit even start, come see me

Outro: 2x

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

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