Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you ready? I'm ready right, the fast life
Getting almost every night
My mind is than the voice featured on Barry White
I'm not the type
I make acidic vinegar to get the tight
I'm flattered at all the chatter and
To the great, soon to see me right on
sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins
I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild
Outdoors with my vest, leather on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, knife in your
I'm out the world just like a lightning in
The ice on the table going nice with the plates of grapes

This is madness, certified
like a bandit, serving my advantage
Singlehandedly you to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped like a bandage

2:]
Fuck the love, I the money and the pussy
Brazilian bitches, names on their tushie
a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie
I'm the corner a hooker playing footsie
Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, shrimp
We eat steak, wine and plate
Bronson [?] the is ringing out in each state
Play it cool or the weapon, time to meet fate
My feet slide just like a player
Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake
Sucky sucky, happy ending
Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an
Crush the sour, dutches from the
My rolling skills is yo you'll never win
I bring the devil in, Bronson his benevolence
Polo fitted with a leather

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

3:]
I my dick in the sink right when I wake up
Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening
Hop in the and go for breakfast
eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas
Damn I'm reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket
My beard is golden brown just like a
Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to
Or use the milk to eat my Crispix
feed her coke for a dick suck
Put a roman candle 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 I'm a shoot her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore days man? fuck)
This shit is rawer a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex I be having though I hate my baby mama
It's always drama, she got too much time on her
Watching steady planning a plot on your man
My are open like an owl though
Animosity, to get the paper, sour dough
But if I die before the go
Just 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 bagging coke
Transporting interstate, to Tobacco Road
To the knee or to the where the jacket go
Master word now so I got cash to blow
When I'm older leather on [?] shoulder
I'm top if I'm lying may they slump me over