Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

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

1: Mac Miller]
I'm the greatest, y'all don't know that yet
I don't need money, you can hold that check
At the crib in some Polo
I need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get
I'm on my worst
Bad side piece with the flavor
Mothafuckas never 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 doo-doo clique
Treat her a dog, how I do that bitch
Done promo
And it's still Most Dope
Made a couple million off a brand,
We even got a logo
Bitch, you have my money
(I feelin' myself)
I see anybody but me
(Man I'm myself)
And shit 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 insomniac
(So don't try, try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
(Oh, Q)

[Verse 2: Mac
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, thing
I might to cave the fact
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 you scream (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothafuckas lookin'
But they're never gonna see I be
She only speak
Said "Bitch look, don't try and speak me"
I don't at all
If you that bullshit, I don't wanna 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)
Drawer of fresh 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, Ricky
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick
My weed burnin', my glitter
He's made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who don't like, come see me
Fuck who don't like, hitta, hitta,
money so complicated
I'm the shit, I'm
Yo momma, straight G
Let me use the to mail all the weed
California,
White girl in the black
My top down,
Ride with a big fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, it's chicken wings
you to different things
Jet skis and the weed
Think it's Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a
Pants sag, Jimmy
Blowin' green in the green
Def Jam Baous really wildin'
they hate but won't box a nigga
Bought the estate from a boxin'
Paranoid, I'm 'round
I'm naked with my chopper, nigga

I'm butt naked my chopper, nigga

Mac Miller]