Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

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

1: Mac Miller]
I'm the greatest, y'all don't know that yet
I need your money, you can hold that check
At the crib in some sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes get
I'm on my worst
Bad side piece the perfect flavor
Mothafuckas loved us
Comin' for your money, mothafucka, don't us
You ain't
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I that brick
I don't want nothin' with doo-doo clique
her like a dog, how I do that bitch
Done doin'
And it's mothafuckin' Most Dope
Made a million off a brand, mothafucka
We ain't even got a
Bitch, you have my money
(I feelin' myself)
I don't see but me
(Man I'm myself)
And this too real
See a mothafucka me gettin' money
How it feel?
been, but I'm back for more
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a for
Insomniac, I don't what I got a mattress for
sleep!

[Hook: Mac
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
(Don't try to sneak me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
(So don't try, don't try to sneak 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 reactions happen when I make a
A psycho, God me that
Cause I fade to black and gets like a plane attack
You mothafuckas just me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, drill, do not panic
Let me see how loud you (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothafuckas start
But they're gonna see where I be
She only French
"Bitch look, don't try and speak around me"
I don't at all
If you with 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 flex if you got shit on me
And you got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, get it, come)
Drawer full of fresh
Snow bag of unleaded
I don't get credit
sleep!

[Interlude: Ross]
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
done fucked up, han?
The biggest bezzle,
The don, Ricky
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

3: Rick Ross]
My burnin', my chain glitter
He's made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who 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 to mail all the weed
California,
White in the black Phantom
My top down,
Ride with a big fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then it's chicken
Introduce you to different
Jet skis and the best
Think fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, need a stylist
Pants sag, Fallon
Blowin' in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really
Yeah they but won't box a nigga
Bought the estate from a boxin'
Paranoid, I'm walkin'
I'm butt naked with my chopper,

I'm naked with my chopper, nigga

[Hook: Mac