Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

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

1: Mac Miller]
I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, don't know that yet
I don't need money, you can hold that check
At the crib in some sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes get
I'm on my worst
Bad piece with the perfect flavor
Mothafuckas never us
for your money, mothafucka, don't trust us
You ain't
Bought a new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' your doo-doo clique
Treat her a dog, how I do that bitch
Done doin'
And it's mothafuckin' Most Dope
Made a million 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 shit too
See a like me gettin' money
How it feel?
been, but I'm back for more
Insomniac, I know what I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't know 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 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 cave the
Chain happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God me that
Cause I fade to black and gets down like a plane
You just made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, drill, do not panic
Let me see how loud you (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, start lookin'
But they're never see where I be
She speak French
Said "Bitch look, don't try and speak me"
I sleep at all
If you with that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved,
I could make a million my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, quarter, Gretzky
Take bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me
Don't 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)
Drawer full of whites
bag full of unleaded
I don't get credit
sleep!

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

[Verse 3: Rick
My burnin', my chain glitter
self made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who 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 to mail all the weed
California,
girl in the black Phantom
My top down,
Ride with a big fat nigga
Kreme, then it's chicken wings
Introduce you to things
Jet skis and the weed
Think it's fake? Bitch me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a
Pants sag, Jimmy
green in the green room
Def Jam like Baous wildin'
Yeah they hate but won't box a
Bought the estate from a boxin'
Paranoid, I'm walkin'
I'm butt naked with my chopper,

I'm butt with my chopper, nigga

Mac Miller]