Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the life
Getting twisted almost every
My is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White
I'm not the type
I acidic vinegar to get the candy tight
I'm at all the chatter and comparisons
To the great, soon to see me right on
sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins
I tout the tacky I'm like a wild Iraqi
Outdoors my sport vest, leather on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, knife in your
I'm out the just like a lightning in space
The ice sculptures on the table going with the plates of grapes

This is madness, madness
Rapping a bandit, serving my advantage
Singlehandedly you to the canvas
Marijuana are getting wrapped just like a bandage

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the and the pussy
Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their
You're a man dressed as a woman, call him
I'm the with a hooker playing footsie
in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, and chees plate
Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each
Play it or taste the weapon, time to meet fate
My feet slide just like a player
Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake
sucky, happy ending shower
Wifey dinner, I'll be home about an hour
Crush the sour, dutches from the
My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll win
I bring the devil in, Bronson over his
Polo fitted with a grip

This is madness, certified
Rapping like a bandit, my advantage
Singlehandedly slam you to the
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a

3:]
I my dick in the sink right when I wake up
Twisted from the night raw inside a frightening whore
Hop in the and go for breakfast
Fried and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas
Damn I'm reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket
My beard is golden just like a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another to statistics
Or use the breast milk to eat my
I'll her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking roman candle up in bitch butt
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than
Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these man? fuck)
This shit is rawer than a tuna on a for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be though I hate my baby mama
It's drama, she got too much time on her hands
Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on man
My eyes are open like an owl
Animosity, to get the paper, sour dough
But if I die before the go
Just the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the
Guns from Russia, I turn em to a
Cop the work then they bagging
interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road
To the knee or to the ankle where the go
flow word now so I got cash to blow
When I'm older on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top if I'm lying may they slump me over