Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

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

[Verse 1: Mac
I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, y'all don't that yet
I don't need your money, you can hold check
At the crib in some Polo
I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes get
I'm on my worst
Bad side piece with the flavor
Mothafuckas loved us
for your money, mothafucka, don't trust us
You shit
a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo
her like a dog, how I do that bitch
Done doin'
And still mothafuckin' Most Dope
Made a couple million off a brand,
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 this too real
See a mothafucka like me money
How does it
Already been, but I'm for more
Insomniac, I don't 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 sneak me)
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
(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, I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing
I might need to cave the
Chain happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God made me
Cause I fade to black and gets down like a plane
You mothafuckas just me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, drill, do not panic
Let me see how you scream (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothafuckas start
But they're never see where I be
She speak French
Said "Bitch look, try and speak around me"
I sleep at all
If you with that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved,
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 got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, get it, come)
Drawer full of whites
Snow bag full of
I don't get enough
sleep!

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

[Verse 3: Ross]
My burnin', my chain glitter
He's self made, Mac Miller my nigga
who don't like, bitch come see me
Fuck who 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 girl in the black
My top down,
Ride a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then chicken wings
Introduce you to different
Jet and the best weed
Think fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, need a stylist
Pants sag, Fallon
Blowin' in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really
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 naked my chopper, nigga

[Hook: Mac