Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

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

1: Mac Miller]
I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, y'all don't know yet
I don't need your money, you can hold that
At the in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the don't get
I'm on my worst
Bad side piece with the perfect
never loved us
Comin' for money, mothafucka, don't trust us
You ain't
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I that brick
I don't nothin' with your doo-doo clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do bitch
doin' promo
And it's still mothafuckin' Dope
Made a million off a brand, mothafucka
We even got a logo
Bitch, you have 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 don't know 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 sneak me)
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
(So don't try, don't try to around me)
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
(Oh, Q)

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

[Interlude: Rick
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
They've done fucked up,
The biggest bezzle,
The don, Ricky
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Ross]
My weed burnin', my chain
He's made, Mac Miller my real nigga
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 baby momma, G
Let me use the to mail all the weed
California,
White in the black Phantom
My top down,
Ride a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, it's chicken wings
Introduce you to things
Jet skis and the best
Think it's fake? Bitch me
I'm jetlagged, don't a stylist
Pants sag, Fallon
Blowin' in the green room
Def Jam Baous really wildin'
Yeah they hate but won't box a
Bought the estate a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm 'round
I'm butt naked with my chopper,

I'm butt with my chopper, nigga

[Hook: Mac