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 y'all
in freestyle therapy, b
I make fall like when school starts, like cheap tissue
When you're next to my you're getting ripped apart
Dissing wack niggas rehearsal
No what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so fuck it
Your man put down the cheddar, nigga we get the
I make sure you lose a for life and be looking for a way home
Get dropped on your rap block leaving 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 this
There's mad niggas that see mad skillz slip
Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with bitch in my whip
Get a grip, whoever got the then I got the scratch
Mc's wanna get gassed, I feed their ass a lit
All these jealous-ass niggas acting
Better tongue kiss magic before they tell me I'm nice
But that's aiight, northside e, times three
Come through town on skis, subtracting mc's
Word to battle be in last name
Approach me, all you 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 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 mc's right in their casket?
(you are you bastard)
Man fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(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 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? hoping
Niggas always say they gonna do it, it never get done, it's voting
I get it open, tying into name
Simple and plain, I pull rhymes, one ring and one
I a fuck 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 the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm wack
He don't his name, can't walk a straight line
Pissy drunk, screaming like
Forgot his social security number, damn near in his own vomit
I kill logic, test me friend, you'll be in a with your clothes
On backwards hollaring at a lesbian
Half of niggas got wack raps and wack tracks
Talking you representing, putting your town on the map
Still, your mother 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 dough and
You like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her fucking ass
I do all y'all haters, believe me
You trying to end career before this shit even start, come see me

repeat 2x

Who the mc that grab the mic and 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 wack mc's right in their
(you are you bastard)
Man these fools, they than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you bastard)

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