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, your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the y'all

Verse ase

Bust it, out the plaque like a smoke from a stack
It's the masta ase honey chill and catch a smack
To the check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth
'cause I'm gettin all the way down south
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well stew
You hold the bowl and do the pourin
are abundant like shells on the shore and
Three little pigs made a out of sand
The big bad ase'll them rhymes down man
'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not barnacle
But I run game a carnival
Don't try to flex or you'll fall like
Still got a posse just add member
Lord d d stand for digga
wit umdada masta ase is my nigga]
Punks better down 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 down the law
I stay away sluts got respect for my dick
And st. probably kill my ass just as quick
Original the style and, in a pill and
How many brothers do I know on island?
One two three four I'm losing count
But no matter what the sum 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, contents under
I got in my johnson like potion
Try to play me ashe you'll get like lotion
Must to blow your with the c-cypher power
In cali they call em one they be gafflin every hour
Which they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
The are too tight, baby doll 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 at the apollo
Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em
But I never get, I say I never get too up
Because I know come easy go
Nuff to the women with 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 just that, 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 like in the dryer
I got that you can't comprehend
I got that never come to an end
Yeah, I rock like grandmother's chair, it's rare
Peace to graffiti writers
bottles of beer on the wall
If I em to my posse, they'd probably drink em all
But I don't want a murder, and I never of your
Wack ass, so save the flack for
And on the midnight train the midnight to georgia
Because I ya [just kick it]
You probably know but I inflict a lot of pain
Don't sleep or you'll be having like dana dane
I don't mean to be but uhh
I'm on mc's with my boots 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 that are crazy mad
The bass'll make you sick and 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...