Luyện nghe bài hát The Mad Wunz

I got the mad (3x)
You know I got the mad
I got the mad (3x)
You I got the mad wunz

Chorus: lord

That's right y'all, clap hands y'all
Cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
That's right y'all, clap hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat

Verse ase

Bust it, straight out the plaque like a from a stack
It's the masta ase honey better and catch a smack
To the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch mouth
'cause I'm gettin play all the way south
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well make
You hold the and I'll do the pourin
Rhymes are abundant shells on the shore and
Three little pigs made a out of sand
The big bad ase'll blow them rhymes man
'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my is not barnacle bill
But I run game a carnival
Don't try to flex or you'll fall september
got a posse just add another member
Lord d [the d stand for
Rollin' wit umdada ase is my nigga]
Punks better slow down and check the limit
Get too much light and dim it
So yo bust the flex and turn in your
To chapter four, and let me down the law
I stay away from sluts got respect for my
And st. ides'll probably kill my ass as quick
Original the style and, in a pill and
How many do I know on rikers island?
One two four five I'm losing count
But no matter what the sum too big of an amount

I got the mad
it]

Verse

You sound but I'm fresher
Yessir you'll get and, worn in, contents under pressure
I got in my johnson like potion
Try to play me you'll get rubbed like lotion
Must to blow your trouble with the power
In they call em one time they be gafflin every hour
Which means be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
The skins are too tight, doll I got the wrench
I like the lowriders with the daytons and shiny
If you in the west you got the you get the heiny
On the other hand at the apollo
Chromed out no tints and hammers make em follow
But I get, I say I never get too caught up
Because I know easy come go
Nuff to the women with the job skills
Not trying to find them, a man to pay the
Cause I'm not the one to play
So take the crack between your legs and find another
And just that, mentality
Keeps me a happy home, the mad wunz

2x

I got the mad
You I got the mad wunz
I got the mad
it

Verse

Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you better
I'm hot clothes in the dryer
I got skills that you comprehend
I got beats that never to an end
Yeah, I rock like grandmother's chair, it's rare
Peace to graffiti writers
Ninety-nine bottles of on the wall
If I gave em to my posse, probably drink em all
But I don't a murder, and I never heard of your
ass, so save the flack for roberta
And leave on the midnight the midnight to georgia
Because I floored ya [just it]
You probably didn't but I inflict a lot of pain
Don't sleep or you'll be having like dana dane
I don't to be precocious but uhh
I'm stompin on with my boots like roaches
Hey mate, the playmate of the not the one
That I pursue, on low she would get done
I got the that are crazy type mad
The bass'll make you and make your ears go bad
So and get it, come and get it one time
Before I to say another rhyme on the mad wunz

I got the mad
You know I got the mad
I got the mad
And I'm casper...