Luyện nghe bài hát The Conceited Bastard

Uh, what? supafriendz, uh, uh

Straight up and down, no comparing me, see
Cause I got some shit that'll put motherfuckers
in freestyle therapy, b
I make rappers fall like when school starts, cheap tissue
When you're next to my shit getting ripped apart
Dissing wack without rehearsal
No matter what I say somebody gonna it personal, so fuck it
Your man put down the cheddar, nigga we get the
I sure you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way home
Get dropped on rap block without leaving a spot
Separate you from the jock, I got plans to you hot
Watch an mc and you rot, nigga these flows is
When a mic in my 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 your bitch in my whip
Get a grip, got the itch then I got the scratch
Mc's wanna get gassed, I 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, northside e, conceited three
Come through your town on skis, subtracting
Word to battle be in lonnie's last
Approach me, all you that
Plus you getting blown out the fucking
Who the nigga that got a big when 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 burning beats down you with 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 slower than 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 nigga say mine, he bagged, kid, I'm a be in the
Studio whipping his ass before he can finish his fucking
me out? stop hoping
Niggas always say they do it, it never 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 fuck about fame, your luck and quit
Mic-wise you realize I ain't that 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 a straight line
Pissy drunk, screaming like
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 at a well-known lesbian
Half of niggas got wack raps and wack tracks
about you representing, putting your town on the map
Still, your heard your tape and wanted to shoot you
And around this bitch wonder why we call ourselves "super? "
Your flows get you free lunch, mine get and cash
You shouldn't like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her ass
I do all y'all playa haters, 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 busting rappers'
(you are you bastard)
Who be burning beats 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 than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you bastard)

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