Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

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

[Verse 1: Mac
I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, y'all know that yet
I don't your money, you can hold that check
At the in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, what the hoes don't get
I'm on my worst
Bad side with the perfect flavor
never loved us
Comin' for your money, mothafucka, trust us
You shit
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that
I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo
Treat her like a dog, how I do that
doin' promo
And it's mothafuckin' Most Dope
a couple million 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 like me gettin'
How it feel?
Already been, but I'm back for
Insomniac, I know what I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't what I got a mattress for
sleep!

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

2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, same
I might to cave the fact
Chain reactions happen when I a pact
A psycho, God made me
Cause I fade to black and gets down a plane attack
You mothafuckas made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, drill, do not panic
Let me see how loud you (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothafuckas lookin'
But they're never see where I be
She only speak
Said "Bitch look, don't try and speak me"
I sleep at all
If you with that bullshit, I don't be involved, shit
I could make a million puttin' my on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, quarter, Gretzky
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, test me
flex 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)
full of fresh whites
Snow bag full of
I don't get credit
sleep!

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

[Verse 3: Ross]
My burnin', my chain glitter
He's self made, Mac Miller my real
who don't like, bitch come see me
Fuck who like, hitta, hitta, hitta
Gettin' so complicated
I'm the shit, I'm
Yo baby momma, G
Let me use the crib to mail all the
California,
girl in the black Phantom
My top down,
Ride with a big black fat
Krispy Kreme, then chicken wings
you to different things
Jet skis and the weed
Think it's Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't a stylist
Pants sag, Jimmy
green in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really
Yeah hate but won't box a nigga
the estate from a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm 'round
I'm butt naked my chopper, nigga

I'm butt naked my chopper, nigga

Mac Miller]