Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

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

This is madness, madness
Rapping like a bandit, my advantage
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, names on their tushie
a man dressed as a woman, call 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, wine and chees
Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each
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 ending
Wifey dinner, I'll be home about an hour
Crush the sour, dutches from the
My rolling is undefeated yo you'll never win
I bring the devil in, over his benevolence
Polo with a leather grip

This is madness, madness
Rapping like a bandit, my advantage
Singlehandedly slam you to the
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just 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 and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas
I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket
My is golden brown just like a biscuit
Everyday I'm should I risk it, add another number to statistics
Or use the milk to eat my Crispix
I'll feed her coke for a suck
Put a roman candle up in this bitch butt
Now on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda
Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no cause I'm a shoot her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough these days man? fuck)
This shit is than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be having though I my baby mama
It's 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 Ballys on my feet and smoke my like a pharaoh ho
Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the
Guns from Russia, I em to a ballerina
Cop the then 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 leather on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they me over