Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

[Intro:
Think for yourself and you'll find out that a lot of those so-called are bullshit

[Verse 1: Mac
I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, y'all know that yet
I need your money, you can hold that check
At the in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the don't get
I'm on my behavior
Bad side with the perfect flavor
Mothafuckas loved us
Comin' for money, mothafucka, don't trust us
You shit
a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' with your clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do bitch
Done promo
And it's mothafuckin' Most Dope
Made a couple off a brand, mothafucka
We ain't got a logo
Bitch, you better my money
(I feelin' myself)
I don't see but me
(Man I'm myself)
And shit too real
See a mothafucka me gettin' money
How does it
Already been, but I'm back for
Insomniac, I don't what I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a for
sleep!

[Hook: Mac
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
(Don't try to sneak me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
(So don't try, try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
(Oh, Q)

[Verse 2: Mac
Yeah, yeah, said, I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing
I need to cave the fact
reactions happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God made me
Cause I fade to black and gets down like a attack
You just made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not
Let me see how loud you (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, start lookin'
But they're never see where I be
She only French
"Bitch look, don't try and speak around me"
I sleep at all
If you that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved, shit
I could make a million my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter,
your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me
Don't if you don't got shit on me
And you ain't got shit on me, get it
(Come get it, come, get it, come)
Drawer full of whites
Snow bag full of
I get enough credit
sleep!

[Interlude: Ross]
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
They've fucked up, han?
The biggest bezzle,
The don, Farrakhan
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick
My weed burnin', my glitter
He's self made, Mac Miller my real
Fuck who like, bitch come see me
who don't like, hitta, hitta, hitta
Gettin' so complicated
I'm the shit, I'm
Yo momma, straight G
Let me use the to mail all the weed
California,
White girl in the Phantom
My top down,
Ride a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then chicken wings
Introduce you to things
Jet skis and the weed
it's fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, need a stylist
sag, Jimmy Fallon
Blowin' green in the green
Def Jam like Baous really
Yeah they hate but box a nigga
Bought the estate from a nigga
Paranoid, I'm 'round
I'm butt with my chopper, nigga

I'm butt with my chopper, nigga

Mac Miller]