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

Verse ase

Bust it, straight out the plaque a smoke from a stack
It's the masta ase honey better chill and catch a
To the left check (uhh) if you speak 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 make stew
You the bowl and I'll do the pourin
Rhymes are abundant like shells on the and
Three little pigs made a song out of
The big bad blow them rhymes down man
'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not bill
But I run game like a
Don't try to or you'll fall like september
Still got a posse just add member
Lord d d stand for digga
wit umdada masta 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 turn in your
To four, and let me break down the law
I stay from sluts got respect for my dick
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 three four five I'm losing
But no what the sum it's too big of an amount

I got the mad
it]

Verse

You sound but I'm fresher
Yessir get torn and, worn in, contents under 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 call em one time they be every hour
Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a
The skins are too tight, baby I got the wrench
I the lowriders with the daytons nice and shiny
If you in the west you got the you get the heiny
On the other hand at the apollo
Chromed out with no and hammers make em follow
But I never get, I say I never get too up
Because I know easy come go
Nuff respect to the with the job skills
Not trying to find them, a man to pay the
Cause I'm not the one to piggyback
So take the crack between legs and find another attack
And just that, 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 never come to an end
Yeah, I like your grandmother's chair, it's rare
Peace to writers everywhere
Ninety-nine 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 never heard of
ass, so save the flack for roberta
And leave on the midnight train the midnight to
Because I floored ya kick it]
You didn't know but I inflict a lot of pain
Don't sleep or 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 are crazy type mad
The bass'll make you and make your ears go bad
So come and get it, come and get it one
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...