Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm right, the fast life
twisted almost every night
My mind is deeper than the voice on Barry White
I'm not the type
I make acidic vinegar to get the tight
I'm at all the chatter and comparisons
To the great, to see me right on Madison
Bally sneakers to stay up out the vat of sins
I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild
Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the
Hold the rifle in place, in your face
I'm out the just like a lightning in space
The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of

This is madness, certified
Rapping like a bandit, serving my
Singlehandedly slam you to the
Marijuana leaves are getting just like a bandage

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the money and the
Brazilian bitches, tatted on their tushie
You're a man dressed as a woman, him Tootsie
I'm the with a hooker playing footsie
Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck
We eat steak, wine and plate
Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in state
Play it cool or the weapon, time to meet fate
My feet slide just like a player
Eating yakitori, getting in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, ending shower
Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an
the sour, dutches from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll win
I bring the devil in, Bronson over his
Polo with a leather grip

This is madness, certified
Rapping like a bandit, my advantage
Singlehandedly slam you to the
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a

3:]
I wash my in the sink right when I wake up
Twisted from the night before raw inside a whore
Hop in the and go for breakfast
Fried and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas
I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket
My beard is brown just like a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add number to statistics
Or use the breast milk to eat my
I'll feed her coke for a suck
Put a fucking roman up in this bitch butt
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy than Bermuda
Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses enough anymore these days man? fuck)
shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be though I hate my baby mama
It's always drama, she got too time on her hands
Tyra steady planning a plot on your man
My eyes are like an owl though
Animosity, trying to get the paper, dough
But if I die the hour go
place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the
from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina
Cop the work then they bagging
interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road
To the or to the ankle where the jacket go
Master flow word now so I got cash to
When I'm older on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm lying may slump me over