Luyện nghe bài hát Macklemore

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, humaniac, yeah, look, uh

Taking faces off, dead bodies up in the basement dog
Face it dog, this is what they been waiting for
Ate them all, I've been facing L's but take a loss
I been running shit since you was prolly tired of jogs
Yeah, bitch I'm prolly still high from the day
I could barely save my money, I never save a whore
more cookies out the jar while you at the store
Run up in the basement take the cable, tag the floor
French inhale, ignore the bell while you at the
I'm with a freak that's insecure, practice more
Oh, Lou, wow, great, that's mature
A fucking ghost, you catch me with a master ball
I'm at your door, already robbed the money I'm asking for
Help you look for it while you asking why I'm hard
I went crazy and never went back to norm
Hitting swishers, twitching like I'm through a crack withdrawal
If life's a game, then I'm guessing that basketball
I the ref, you can't complain when I'm hacking y'all
I hope they hate me at the Grammys I'm Macklemore
I still be in ripped jeans, loud with a pack of raws
In my pocket, they hard they better stop it
If they popping off, I'm in your door instead of knocking
knock bitch, the kids tied up in the hotbox shit
The crime so crazy the cops got sick, I got the hot Glock grip
your date on some cockblock shit
I feel like a thug 'cause I watched a [?] flick popping a Glock in mosh
And ask me why I'm crazy
I told if I knew then shit I wouldn't be explaining, think I'm brainless
I'm the sickest and insanest, sneaking out the
meetings with the masons, bitch I'm fiending and impatient
And I'm on the pavement, pay me what you owe me
Taking shots of lean, I chase it with some OE
On occasions I E, I done tripped so hard
When tell me to tie my shoes I get flashbacks dog
I used to to be a conscious up on the rap track dog
'Til being a backpack only got you a hash bag dog
Now I smack back hard, way harder than rappers
drink 'cause if I did then I probably smack rappers
I'm probably ass as fuck, but I don't care
At the release for broke, but I'll probably rob a pair
I prolly don't got a in the world, I did once
'til I forgot what I was thinking hitting my fifth blunt
The kid was a sick pup since Kane didn't none
And bitch I ain't afraid of death 'cause I'm dying to Pun
Hoes down, G's up, tell me to ease up
Chicks curve they and tell me to please fuck
All up in your kitchen, stack dishes and leave
This the type of shit that cause riots and streets fucked
struggle to keep up, I struggle to keep sober
Never smoking cheap doja, professional roller
You online spread knowledge, you tweet Yoda
I'm a hot headache, I'm hot-headed, but speak colder an Eskimo
Peep me how I finesse the flow
Got papers on the wall, crossing out next to go
Shit, I my mind a while ago but I left it though
If anybody finds it they can it, don't regret it hoe
Better go the fucking cops if you cross me
Shit, I'm slipping LSD inside your
Flow is so ungodly but God loves ugly so I more
I hope they hate me at the like I'm Macklemore
I mean, what the fuck you think that I'm rapping for
An over-optimistic forgetting how to make sense of shit
A dick screaming fuck you to censorship
Y'all all Sway, they ain't got the answers, tryna the kid
Restless since they been on me, I ain't took a nap
Running 'round these fucking losers, I ain't did a lap yet
I been in the kitchen cooking up this crack
So mean make a do a backflip, I just
Eat, smoke, and do bad shit, I'm back up in the lab with a
Vented to a doctor then I him with a sentence
Too to see my phone, I don't never read a mention
Huey been a menace, bitch I'm and pretentious
A voice in my head said, "Huey you the best" and
Anyone who says different doesn't deserve a breath then
I almost had the to life, but then I forgot the question
Just know anytime that I write shit that it's armageddon, bitch