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
Back in therapy, b
I make rappers fall like when school starts, cheap tissue
When you're next to my shit you're getting ripped
Dissing wack without rehearsal
No matter I say somebody gonna take it personal, so fuck it
Your man put the cheddar, nigga we get the pay-oh
I sure you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way home
Get dropped on your rap block leaving a spot
you from the jock, I got plans 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
mad niggas that wanna see mad skillz slip
Yeah you gonna see me slip, past ass with your bitch in my whip
Get a grip, whoever got the itch then I got the
wanna get gassed, I feed their ass a lit match
All these jealous-ass niggas sheisty
Better tongue kiss magic johnson before they tell me I'm
But aiight, northside e, conceited times three
Come through town on skis, subtracting mc's
to battle 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 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, slower than retarded 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 be scared to say your name
If a nigga say mine, he bagged, kid, I'm a be in the
Studio whipping his ass before he can his fucking ad-libs
Taking me out? hoping
Niggas say they gonna do it, it never get done, it's like voting
I get it open, tying into name
Simple and plain, I pull rhymes, one and one chain
I give a fuck about fame, your luck and quit
Mic-wise you I ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with
I'm nice as a bitch the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm wack
He don't know his name, can't a straight line
drunk, screaming like onyx
Forgot his social security number, damn near drowning in his own
I kill logic, me friend, you'll be in a club with your clothes
On hollaring at a well-known lesbian
Half of y'all niggas got wack raps and tracks
Talking about you representing, putting your on the map
Still, your mother your tape and wanted to shoot you
And niggas around this 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 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

Outro: 2x

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

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