Luyện nghe bài hát The Mad Wunz

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

Chorus: digga

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

Verse ase

Bust it, straight out the plaque like a from a stack
It's the masta ase better chill and catch a smack
To the check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth
I'm gettin play all the way down south
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well make
You hold the bowl and 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 down man
'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not barnacle
But I run like a carnival
Don't try to flex or you'll fall like
got a posse just add another member
Lord d [the d stand for
Rollin' wit umdada masta ase is my
Punks slow down and check the speed limit
Get too much and i'ma dim it
So yo bust the flex and turn in text
To chapter four, and let me down the law
I stay from sluts got respect for my dick
And st. ides'll probably kill my ass just as
Original the and, rhymes in a pill and
How many brothers do I know on island?
One two four five I'm losing count
But no matter what the sum it's too big of an

I got the mad
it]

Verse

You sound fresh but I'm
Yessir get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure
I got in my johnson like potion
Try to play me ashe you'll get rubbed lotion
Must to your trouble with the c-cypher power
In cali call em one time they be gafflin every hour
Which means be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
The skins are too tight, baby I got the wrench
I like the lowriders with the daytons and shiny
If you in the west you got the best you get the
On the other hand at the apollo
Chromed out with no tints and hammers em follow
But I never get, I say I get too caught up
I know easy come easy go
Nuff respect to the women with the job
Not trying to them, a man to pay the bills
I'm not the one to play piggyback
So take the crack between your legs and find attack
And just that, alone
Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad

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 like clothes in the
I got that you can't comprehend
I got beats never come to an end
Yeah, I rock like your grandmother's chair, rare
to graffiti writers everywhere
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the
If I gave em to my posse, they'd drink em all
But I want a murder, and I never heard of your
Wack ass, so the flack for roberta
And leave on the midnight the midnight to georgia
Because I floored ya [just it]
You didn't know but I inflict a lot of pain
Don't sleep or you'll be having nightmares like dane
I don't mean to be but uhh
I'm stompin on mc's with my boots 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 make you sick and make your ears go bad
So and get it, come and get it one time
Before I have to say rhyme on the mad wunz

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