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

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

Verse ase

Bust it, out the plaque like a smoke from a stack
the masta ase honey better chill and catch a smack
To the left check (uhh) if you speak watch your mouth
'cause I'm 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 I'll do the
Rhymes are like shells on the shore and
Three little pigs made a song out of
The big bad ase'll blow them down man
'cause yo I'm not a and my name is not barnacle bill
But I run game like a
Don't try to flex or you'll fall like
Still got a posse just add another
Lord d [the d 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 and turn in your text
To chapter four, and let me break the law
I stay away sluts got respect for my dick
And st. ides'll probably my ass just as quick
Original the style and, in a pill and
How many brothers do I know on rikers
One two three four I'm losing 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 in my johnson like potion
Try to play me you'll get rubbed like lotion
Must to blow your trouble with the c-cypher
In cali they call em one time they be gafflin hour
means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
The are too tight, baby doll I got the wrench
I the lowriders with the daytons nice and shiny
If you in the you got the best you get the heiny
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
Because I easy come easy go
Nuff respect to the women the job skills
Not trying to them, a man to pay the bills
Cause I'm not the one to play
So take the crack between your legs and find another
And that, mentality alone
Keeps me a healthy 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 retire
I'm hot clothes in the dryer
I got skills that you can't
I got beats that never to an end
Yeah, I rock your grandmother's chair, it's rare
Peace to graffiti everywhere
Ninety-nine of beer on the wall
If I em to my posse, they'd probably drink em all
But I want a murder, and I never heard of your
Wack ass, so save the for roberta
And leave on the midnight train the to georgia
Because I floored ya kick it]
You probably didn't know but I a lot of pain
sleep or you'll be having nightmares like dana dane
I don't mean to be but uhh
I'm stompin on mc's with my like roaches
Hey mate, the of the month's not the one
That I pursue, though on low she get done
I got the wunz are crazy type mad
The bass'll make you sick and 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 I got the mad wunz
I got the mad
And I'm casper...