Luyện nghe bài hát The Mad Wunz

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

Chorus: digga

That's y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
right y'all, clap your 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 ase honey better chill and catch a smack
To the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your
'cause I'm gettin play all the way down
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well stew
You the bowl and I'll do the pourin
are abundant like shells on the shore and
Three pigs made a song out of sand
The big bad ase'll blow rhymes down man
'cause yo I'm not a and my name is not barnacle bill
But I run like a carnival
Don't try to or you'll fall like september
Still got a posse add another member
Lord d [the d stand for
Rollin' wit masta ase is my nigga]
Punks better slow down and check the limit
Get too light and i'ma dim it
So yo bust the flex and turn in your
To chapter four, and let me break the law
I away from sluts got respect for my dick
And st. ides'll probably my ass just as quick
the style and, rhymes in a pill and
How many do I know on rikers island?
One two three four five I'm count
But no matter what the sum it's too big of an

I got the mad
it]

Verse

You sound but I'm fresher
Yessir you'll get torn and, worn in, contents pressure
I got magic in my johnson like
Try to play me ashe get rubbed like lotion
Must to blow trouble with the c-cypher power
In cali they em one time they be gafflin every hour
Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a
The skins are too tight, baby I got the wrench
I like the lowriders the daytons nice and shiny
If you in the west you got the best you get the
On the other hand uptown at the
Chromed out no tints and hammers make em follow
But I get, I say I never get too caught up
Because I know easy easy go
Nuff respect to the women the job skills
Not to find them, a man to pay the bills
Cause I'm not the one to piggyback
So the crack between your legs and find another attack
And that, mentality alone
Keeps me a healthy 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 retire
I'm hot like in the dryer
I got that you can't comprehend
I got beats that never to an end
Yeah, I rock like your chair, it's rare
Peace to writers everywhere
bottles of beer on the wall
If I gave em to my posse, they'd probably em all
But I don't want a murder, and I heard of your
Wack ass, so the flack for roberta
And leave on the midnight the midnight to georgia
I floored ya [just kick it]
You probably didn't know but I inflict a lot of
Don't or you'll be having nightmares like dana dane
I don't to be precocious but uhh
I'm stompin on mc's with my boots like
Hey mate, the playmate of the not the one
That I pursue, though on low she would get
I got the wunz that are crazy mad
The bass'll make you sick and your ears go bad
So come and get it, and get it one time
I have 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...