Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

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

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

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the money and the
Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their
You're a man as a woman, call him Tootsie
I'm the with a hooker playing footsie
Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck
We eat steak, wine and chees
Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each
Play it cool or the weapon, time to meet fate
My slide just like a hockey player
yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, ending shower
Wifey making dinner, I'll be home an hour
Crush the sour, from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is undefeated yo 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 slam you to the
Marijuana 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 a frightening whore
Hop in the whip and go for
Fried eggs and prime steak straight from out of Texas
I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket
My beard is golden brown just a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another to statistics
Or use the breast to eat my Crispix
I'll her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking roman candle up in this butt
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister Bermuda
Pop a right through her throat, that's 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 eighty
Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby
It's drama, she got too much time on her hands
Watching Tyra steady a plot on your man
My eyes are open an owl though
Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour
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 em to a ballerina
Cop the work they bagging coke
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco
To the knee or to the ankle the jacket go
Master flow word now so I got to blow
When I'm older on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm may they slump me over