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 know yet
I don't need your money, you can that check
At the crib in some sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes get
I'm on my behavior
Bad piece with the perfect flavor
Mothafuckas never us
Comin' for money, mothafucka, don't trust us
You ain't
Bought a new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want with your doo-doo clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do bitch
doin' promo
And still 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 shit too real
See a mothafucka me gettin' money
How it feel?
Already been, but I'm 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 around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
(So don't try, don't try to 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 cave the
Chain reactions when I make a pact
A psycho, God me that
I fade to black and gets down like a plane attack
You mothafuckas just me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not
Let me see how loud you (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, start lookin'
But never gonna see where I be
She speak French
Said "Bitch look, don't try and around me"
I don't at all
If you with that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved,
I could make a million my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter,
your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me
Don't flex if you don't got on me
And you got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, get it, come)
Drawer of fresh whites
Snow bag of unleaded
I don't get credit
sleep!

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

3: Rick Ross]
My weed burnin', my chain
He's self made, Mac Miller my real
Fuck who don't like, come see me
Fuck who don't like, hitta, hitta,
Gettin' money so
I'm the shit, I'm
Yo baby momma, G
Let me use the crib to mail all the
California,
White in the black Phantom
My top down,
Ride with a big fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then it's chicken
Introduce you to things
Jet skis and the weed
Think fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't a stylist
Pants sag, Fallon
Blowin' green in the green
Def Jam like Baous really
they hate but won't box a nigga
Bought the estate a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm 'round
I'm butt naked my chopper, nigga

I'm naked with my chopper, nigga

Mac Miller]