Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

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

[Verse 1: Mac
I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, don't know that yet
I need your money, you can hold that check
At the crib in some Polo
I don't a ho, that's what the hoes don't get
I'm on my behavior
Bad side piece the perfect flavor
Mothafuckas never us
for your money, mothafucka, don't trust us
You shit
Bought a new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I want nothin' with your doo-doo clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do bitch
doin' promo
And it's still Most Dope
a couple 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 mothafucka me gettin' money
How does it
Already been, but I'm back for
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a for
Insomniac, I know what 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 mothafuckin'
(So don't try, try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
(Oh, Q)

[Verse 2: Mac
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, same
I might need to cave the
reactions happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God me that
Cause I to black and gets down like a plane attack
You mothafuckas 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 gonna see where I be
She only French
Said "Bitch look, don't try and around me"
I don't at all
If you that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved, shit
I could a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter,
your 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 of fresh whites
Snow bag full of
I don't get credit
sleep!

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

[Verse 3: Ross]
My burnin', my chain glitter
He's made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who like, bitch come see me
who don't like, hitta, 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,
girl in the black Phantom
My top down,
Ride a big black fat nigga
Kreme, then it's chicken wings
Introduce you to different
Jet skis and the best
Think fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a
Pants sag, Fallon
Blowin' green in the green
Def Jam like Baous wildin'
Yeah they hate but box a nigga
Bought the from a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm walkin'
I'm butt naked my chopper, nigga

I'm naked with my chopper, nigga

Mac Miller]