Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm right, the fast life
Getting twisted almost night
My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry
I'm not the type
I make acidic vinegar to get the candy
I'm at all the chatter and comparisons
To the great, soon to see me 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, on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, in your face
I'm out the world like a lightning in space
The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of

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

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the and the pussy
Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their
You're a man dressed as a woman, him Tootsie
I'm the with 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 name is out in each state
Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet
My feet just like a hockey player
Eating yakitori, hammered in the sake lair
sucky, happy ending shower
Wifey making dinner, I'll be about an hour
Crush the sour, dutches the Netherlands
My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll win
I bring the devil in, Bronson over his
Polo fitted with a grip

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

3:]
I wash my dick in the sink right when I up
Twisted from the before raw inside a frightening whore
Hop in the whip and go for
Fried and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas
Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the
My beard is golden brown just like a
Everyday I'm thinking I risk it, add another number to statistics
Or use the breast milk to eat my
I'll feed her coke for a suck
Put a roman candle up in this bitch butt
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than
Pop a right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these man? fuck)
shit 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 Tyra steady a plot on your man
My eyes are open like an owl
Animosity, trying to get the paper, 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 then they coke
Transporting interstate, to Tobacco Road
To the knee or to the 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 they slump me