Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you ready? I'm ready right, the fast life
Getting almost every night
My mind is deeper than the voice on Barry White
I'm not the type
I make vinegar to get the candy tight
I'm flattered at all the chatter and
To the great, soon to see me right on
Bally trying 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 just a lightning in space
The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the of grapes

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

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the money and the
bitches, names tatted on their tushie
You're a man dressed as a woman, him Tootsie
I'm the corner a hooker playing footsie
Phone in my hands at all like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, and chees plate
Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each
it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate
My feet slide just like a hockey
Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the lair
Sucky sucky, happy shower
Wifey making dinner, be home about an hour
Crush the sour, from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll win
I bring the devil in, over his benevolence
Polo fitted with a leather

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

3:]
I wash my dick in the sink right when I up
from the night before raw inside a frightening whore
Hop in the whip and go for
Fried eggs and prime that's straight from out of Texas
Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just the brisket
My is golden brown just like a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking I risk it, add another number to statistics
Or use the breast to eat my Crispix
I'll feed her for a dick suck
Put a fucking roman candle up in bitch butt
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy 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 anymore these days man? fuck)
This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty
Or the sex I be having though I hate my baby mama
It's drama, she got too much time on her hands
Watching Tyra steady planning a on your man
My eyes are open an owl though
Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour
But if I die the hour go
Just the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
fixtures, [?] by the coliseum
Guns from Russia, I turn em to a
Cop the work they bagging coke
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco
To the knee or to the ankle the jacket go
Master flow now so I got cash to blow
When I'm leather on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top if I'm lying may they slump me over