Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life
Getting twisted every night
My mind is deeper 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 on Madison
Bally sneakers trying to up out the vat of sins
I tout the shit I'm like a wild Iraqi
Outdoors with my vest, leather on the shoulder
Hold the in place, knife in your face
I'm out the world just like a lightning in
The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the of grapes

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

2:]
Fuck the love, I the money and the pussy
Brazilian bitches, tatted on their tushie
You're a man dressed as a woman, him Tootsie
I'm the corner a hooker playing footsie
in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, wine and plate
Bronson [?] the name is out in each state
Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to fate
My feet slide like a hockey player
Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the lair
Sucky sucky, ending shower
Wifey dinner, I'll be home about an hour
Crush the sour, from the Netherlands
My skills is undefeated yo you'll never win
I bring the devil in, Bronson his benevolence
fitted with a leather grip

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

3:]
I wash my dick in the sink right when I up
Twisted the night before raw inside a frightening whore
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 is golden brown just like a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking I risk it, add another number to statistics
Or use the milk to eat my Crispix
I'll her coke for a dick 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, no joke cause I'm a shoot her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)
This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for dollars
Or the sex I be having though I hate my baby mama
It's always drama, she got too time on her hands
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 place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a ho
Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the
Guns from Russia, I turn em to a
Cop the work they bagging coke
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Road
To the knee or to the ankle the jacket go
Master flow word now so I got to blow
When I'm leather on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm lying may slump me over