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 that'll put y'all motherfuckers
in freestyle therapy, b
I make rappers fall like school starts, like cheap tissue
When you're next to my you're getting ripped apart
wack niggas without rehearsal
No matter what I say 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 for a way home
Get dropped on your rap without leaving a spot
you from the jock, I got plans to make you hot
Watch an mc and you rot, nigga flows is crisp
a mic in my hand bitches is supposed to be like this
There's mad niggas wanna see mad skillz slip
Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with your in my whip
Get a grip, got the itch then I got the scratch
wanna get gassed, I feed their 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, e, conceited times three
Come through town on skis, subtracting mc's
Word to battle be in lonnie's name
me, all you getting that
Plus you getting blown out the frame
Who the nigga that got a big when he on the mic, pa?
Ask a question, me (bastard, you are)

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

Ayo, these little niggas in the rap game, they lame
Had diss you in a rhyme, but these niggas be scared to say your
If a nigga say mine, he bagged, kid, I'm a be in the
Studio his ass before he can finish his fucking ad-libs
Taking me stop hoping
Niggas always say gonna do it, it never 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, press your luck and
Mic-wise you realize I ain't that nigga you wanna fuck
I'm nice as a bitch with the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm
He don't know his name, can't a straight line
Pissy drunk, screaming like
Forgot his social security number, near drowning in his own vomit
I kill logic, test me friend, you'll be in a club your clothes
On backwards hollaring at a well-known
Half of y'all niggas got wack and wack tracks
Talking about you representing, your town on the map
Still, your mother heard your tape and to shoot you
And niggas around this bitch wonder why we call "super? "
Your flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and
You shouldn't like that ho got my logo tatooed on her fucking ass
I do all y'all playa haters, me
You trying to end career before this shit even start, come see me

repeat 2x

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 casket?
(you are you bastard)
Man these fools, they slower than molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you bastard)

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