Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast
Getting almost every night
My mind is deeper than the voice on Barry White
I'm not the marry
I make acidic to get the candy tight
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 Iraqi
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 going nice with the plates of grapes

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

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the and the pussy
bitches, names tatted on their tushie
You're a man dressed as a woman, him Tootsie
I'm the corner with a hooker playing
Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck
We eat steak, and chees plate
Bronson [?] the is ringing out in each state
Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to fate
My feet slide just like a hockey
Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake
Sucky sucky, happy ending
Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an
the sour, dutches from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is yo you'll never win
I bring the in, Bronson over his benevolence
Polo fitted a leather grip

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

3:]
I wash my dick in the right when I wake up
Twisted from the before raw inside a frightening whore
Hop in the and go for breakfast
eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas
Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day like the brisket
My beard is brown just like a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add number to statistics
Or use the breast milk to eat my
feed her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking roman candle up in bitch butt
Now on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda
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 these days man? fuck)
This is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be having though I hate my mama
It's always drama, she got too much time on her
Watching Tyra steady planning a 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 feet and smoke my body like a ho
Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the
Guns Russia, I turn em to a ballerina
Cop the work then they coke
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco
To the knee or to the ankle the jacket go
Master word now so I got cash to blow
When I'm leather on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me