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 deeper than the featured on Barry White
I'm not the type
I make acidic to get the candy tight
I'm flattered at all the and comparisons
To the great, soon to see me on Madison
sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins
I the tacky 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 world just like a lightning in
The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the of grapes

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

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the and the pussy
Brazilian bitches, tatted on their tushie
You're a man dressed as a woman, call him
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
[?] the name is ringing out in each state
Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet
My feet slide just like a hockey
Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake
Sucky sucky, happy shower
Wifey making dinner, I'll be home an hour
Crush the sour, dutches the Netherlands
My skills is undefeated yo you'll never win
I bring the devil in, over his benevolence
Polo fitted with a grip

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

3:]
I wash my in the sink right when I wake up
Twisted from the before raw inside a frightening whore
Hop in the and go for breakfast
Fried eggs and prime that's straight from out of Texas
Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just the brisket
My is golden brown just like a biscuit
I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics
Or use the milk to eat my Crispix
feed her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking roman up in this bitch butt
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than
Pop a hole through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her
(Yeah damn, yo yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)
This is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex I be having though I hate my baby mama
always drama, she got too much time on her hands
Watching steady planning a plot on your man
My are open like an owl though
Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour
But if I die the hour go
Just place the on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
fixtures, [?] by the coliseum
Guns from Russia, I turn em to a
Cop the work they bagging coke
interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road
To the or to the ankle where the jacket go
Master flow word now so I got to blow
I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top if I'm lying may they slump me over