Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

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

This is madness, madness
Rapping like a bandit, serving my
slam you to the canvas
Marijuana are getting 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 with a playing footsie
Phone in my at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, wine and plate
Bronson [?] the is ringing out in each state
Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet
My slide just like a hockey player
yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, happy shower
Wifey making dinner, I'll be about an hour
the sour, dutches from 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, serving my
slam you to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped like a bandage

3:]
I wash my in the sink right when I wake up
Twisted from the night before raw inside a whore
Hop in the whip and go for
Fried eggs and prime steak straight from out of Texas
Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the
My beard is golden brown like a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking I risk it, add another number to statistics
Or use the breast milk to eat my
I'll her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking candle up in this bitch butt
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy than Bermuda
Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? verses ain't enough anymore these days 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 planning a plot on your man
My eyes are like an owl though
Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour
But if I die the hour go
Just place the Ballys on my and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
fixtures, [?] by the coliseum
Guns from Russia, I turn em to a
Cop the work then they coke
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Road
To the knee or to the ankle the jacket go
flow word now so I got cash to blow
When I'm older on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me