Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Mac
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, thing
I might need to the fact
reactions happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God me that
Cause I fade to black and gets down like a plane
You mothafuckas just me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not
Let me see how you scream (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, start lookin'
But they're gonna see where I be
She only French
Said "Bitch look, don't try and around me"
I sleep at all
If you with that bullshit, I don't be involved, shit
I could make a puttin' my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter,
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, test me
Don't flex if you don't got 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 of unleaded
I get enough credit
sleep!

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

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

I'm butt with my chopper, nigga

[Hook: Mac