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

Verse ase

Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke a stack
It's the masta ase honey better chill and catch a
To the left check (uhh) if you freak watch your mouth
'cause I'm gettin play all the way down
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well make
You hold the bowl and I'll do the
Rhymes are abundant like on the shore and
Three pigs made a song 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 or you'll fall like september
Still got a posse add another member
d [the d stand for digga
Rollin' wit umdada ase is my nigga]
Punks better slow and check the speed limit
Get too much light and dim it
So yo bust the flex and in your text
To chapter four, and let me break the law
I stay from sluts got respect for my dick
And st. probably kill my ass just as quick
Original the style and, rhymes in a and
How many do I know on rikers island?
One two three four I'm losing count
But no what the sum it's too big of an amount

I got the mad
it]

Verse

You fresh but I'm fresher
Yessir you'll get torn and, worn in, under pressure
I got magic in my like potion
Try to play me ashe you'll get like lotion
Must to blow your trouble with the power
In cali they em one time they be gafflin every hour
Which they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
The skins are too tight, doll I got the wrench
I like the lowriders with the nice and shiny
If you in the west you got the best you get the
On the other hand uptown at the
Chromed out with no and hammers make em follow
But I get, I say I never get too caught up
I know easy come 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 play
So the crack between your legs and find another attack
And that, mentality alone
Keeps me a happy home, the mad wunz

2x

I got the mad
You know I got the mad
I got the mad
it

Verse

Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you better
I'm hot clothes in the dryer
I got skills you can't comprehend
I got beats never come to an end
Yeah, I rock like your grandmother's chair, it's
Peace to writers everywhere
bottles of beer on the wall
If I gave em to my posse, they'd drink em all
But I don't want a murder, and I heard of your
ass, so save the flack for roberta
And leave on the midnight train the to georgia
Because I floored ya [just it]
You probably didn't know but I inflict a lot of
Don't sleep or you'll be having nightmares 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
I have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz

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