Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm right, the fast life
Getting twisted almost every
My mind is deeper than the voice on Barry White
I'm not the marry
I acidic vinegar to get the candy tight
I'm at all the chatter and comparisons
To the great, soon to see me right on
Bally trying to stay up out the vat of sins
I tout the shit I'm like a wild Iraqi
Outdoors my sport vest, leather on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, knife in 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, madness
like a bandit, serving my advantage
Singlehandedly slam you to the
Marijuana are getting wrapped just like a bandage

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the and the pussy
bitches, names 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, and chees plate
Bronson [?] the is ringing out in each state
Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to fate
My feet slide like a hockey player
Eating yakitori, hammered in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, happy shower
Wifey making dinner, be home about an hour
Crush the sour, from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll win
I bring the devil in, Bronson his benevolence
fitted with a leather grip

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

3:]
I wash my dick in the sink right I wake up
Twisted from the night before raw a frightening whore
Hop in the and go for breakfast
Fried eggs and steak that's straight from out of Texas
Damn I'm living reckless, 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 dick
Put a roman candle up in this bitch butt
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than
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)
This shit is rawer a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be having though I hate my mama
It's always drama, she got too time on her hands
Watching Tyra steady planning a on your man
My eyes are open like an owl
Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour
But if I die the hour go
Just place the Ballys on my feet and my body like a pharaoh ho
Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the
from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina
Cop the work then they bagging
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Road
To the knee or to the ankle the jacket go
Master flow word now so I got cash to
When I'm older leather on [?] shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm may they slump me over