Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

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

1: Mac Miller]
I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, don't know that yet
I don't 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 with the perfect
never loved us
Comin' for money, mothafucka, don't trust us
You shit
Bought a new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo
Treat her a dog, how I do that bitch
doin' promo
And it's still mothafuckin' Most
Made a couple off a brand, mothafucka
We even got a logo
Bitch, you better my money
(I stay myself)
I don't see but me
(Man I'm myself)
And this too real
See a mothafucka like me money
How does it
been, but I'm back for more
Insomniac, I know what I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't 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 mothafuckin'
(So try, don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
(Oh, Q)

[Verse 2: Mac
Yeah, yeah, said, I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing
I need to cave the fact
Chain reactions happen when I a pact
A psycho, God made me
I fade to black and gets down like a plane attack
You just made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not
Let me see how loud you (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothafuckas start
But they're never see where I be
She only French
Said "Bitch look, don't try and around me"
I sleep at all
If you that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved, shit
I make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, quarter, Gretzky
your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me
Don't if you don't got shit on me
And you ain't got on me, come 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)
done fucked up, han?
The biggest bezzle,
The don, Farrakhan
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick
My burnin', my chain glitter
He's made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who don't like, bitch see me
Fuck who don't like, hitta, hitta,
Gettin' so complicated
I'm the shit, I'm
Yo baby momma, G
Let me use the crib to all the weed
California,
White girl in the Phantom
My top down,
with a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then chicken wings
Introduce you to things
Jet skis and the weed
Think fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, need a stylist
sag, Jimmy Fallon
Blowin' in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really
Yeah hate but won't box a nigga
the estate from a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm 'round
I'm naked with my chopper, nigga

I'm butt naked my chopper, nigga

[Hook: Mac