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 when school starts, like cheap tissue
When you're next to my shit you're getting apart
Dissing wack niggas without
No matter what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so it
man put down the cheddar, nigga we get the pay-oh
I make sure you a friend for life and be looking for a way home
Get on your rap block without leaving a spot
Separate you from the jock, I got to make you hot
an mc and you rot, nigga these flows is crisp
When a mic in my bitches is supposed to be like this
mad niggas that wanna see mad skillz slip
Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with your in my whip
Get a grip, whoever got the itch then I got the
Mc's wanna get gassed, I feed their ass a lit
All these jealous-ass niggas sheisty
Better kiss magic johnson before they tell me I'm nice
But aiight, northside e, conceited times three
Come through town on skis, subtracting mc's
Word to battle be in lonnie's name
Approach me, all you getting
Plus you getting blown out the fucking
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 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 than molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you bastard)

Ayo, these little niggas in the rap game, they straight
Had diss you in a rhyme, but these niggas be to say your name
If a nigga say mine, he bagged, kid, I'm a be in the
whipping his ass before he can finish his fucking ad-libs
Taking me out? hoping
Niggas always say they do it, it never get done, it's like voting
I get it open, rhymes tying name
Simple and plain, I pull rhymes, one and one chain
I give a fuck about fame, press your and quit
Mic-wise you realize I ain't that nigga you wanna with
I'm nice as a bitch the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm wack
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 well-known
Half of niggas got wack raps and wack tracks
about you representing, putting your town on the map
Still, your mother heard your tape and wanted to you
And niggas around this bitch wonder why we call "super? "
Your flows get you lunch, mine get dough and cash
You shouldn't like that ho got my logo tatooed on her fucking ass
I do all playa haters, believe me
You trying to end your career before 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 burning beats down 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)