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 need your money, you can that check
At the crib in some Polo
I don't need a ho, that's what the don't get
I'm on my worst
Bad side piece the perfect flavor
Mothafuckas loved us
Comin' for your money, mothafucka, don't us
You shit
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that
I don't want nothin' with doo-doo clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do that
Done promo
And it's mothafuckin' Most Dope
a couple million off a brand, mothafucka
We ain't even got a
Bitch, you better my money
(I stay myself)
I don't see 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 don't know I got a mattress for
sleep!

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

[Verse 2: Mac
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, thing
I might need to cave the
Chain reactions happen I make a pact
A psycho, God me that
Cause I fade to and gets down like a plane attack
You just made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not
Let me see how you scream (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothafuckas lookin'
But they're never gonna see I be
She speak French
Said "Bitch look, 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, 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 get enough credit
sleep!

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

3: Rick Ross]
My weed burnin', my chain
He's made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who don't like, bitch see me
who don't like, hitta, hitta, hitta
Gettin' money so
I'm the shit, I'm
Yo momma, straight G
Let me use the crib to mail all the
California,
White in the black Phantom
My top down,
Ride with a big black fat
Krispy Kreme, it's chicken wings
you to different things
Jet skis and the weed
Think fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a
Pants sag, Fallon
green in the green room
Def Jam like really wildin'
they hate but won't box a nigga
Bought the estate from a nigga
Paranoid, I'm walkin'
I'm naked with my chopper, nigga

I'm butt with my chopper, nigga

[Hook: Mac