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 your money, you can hold that
At the crib in some sweats
I don't need a ho, that's the hoes don't get
I'm on my behavior
Bad side piece with the perfect
Mothafuckas loved us
Comin' for your money, mothafucka, don't us
You ain't
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move brick
I want nothin' with your doo-doo clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do bitch
Done doin'
And it's mothafuckin' Most Dope
Made a couple off a brand, mothafucka
We ain't even got a
Bitch, you better my money
(I stay myself)
I don't see but me
(Man I'm myself)
And this shit too
See a mothafucka me gettin' money
How does it
Already been, but I'm for more
Insomniac, I don't know I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a for
sleep!

[Hook: Mac
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
(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 insomniac
(Oh, Q)

2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah, said, I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing
I might need to the fact
Chain reactions happen when I make a
A psycho, God me that
Cause I to black and gets down like a plane attack
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 gonna see where I be
She only speak
Said "Bitch look, try and speak around me"
I don't at all
If you with that bullshit, I wanna be involved, shit
I could make a million my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, quarter, Gretzky
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't me
Don't if you don't got shit on me
And you got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, get it, come)
full of fresh whites
Snow bag of unleaded
I get enough credit
sleep!

[Interlude: Ross]
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
done fucked 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 real
who don't like, bitch come see me
Fuck who don't like, hitta, hitta,
money 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, it's chicken wings
Introduce you to different
Jet skis and the best
it's fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a
Pants sag, Fallon
Blowin' in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really
Yeah they hate but box a nigga
the estate from a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm 'round
I'm butt naked my chopper, nigga

I'm butt with my chopper, nigga

[Hook: Mac