Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast
Getting twisted every night
My mind is deeper the voice featured 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 on Madison
Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of
I tout the tacky shit I'm like a Iraqi
Outdoors with my vest, leather on the shoulder
Hold the in place, knife 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, madness
like a bandit, serving my advantage
Singlehandedly you to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped like a bandage

2:]
Fuck the love, I the money and the pussy
bitches, names tatted on their tushie
You're a man as a woman, call him Tootsie
I'm the corner with a hooker footsie
Phone in my at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, wine and plate
Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each
Play it cool or the weapon, time to meet fate
My feet just like a hockey player
Eating yakitori, getting in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, happy ending
Wifey making dinner, I'll be home an hour
the sour, dutches from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is undefeated yo never win
I the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence
Polo with a leather grip

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

3:]
I wash my dick in the sink right I wake up
Twisted the night before raw inside a frightening whore
Hop in the whip and go for
Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight out of Texas
I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket
My beard is 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 this 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 anymore these days fuck)
This shit is rawer than a on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be though I hate my baby mama
always 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, dough
But if I die the hour go
Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a ho
fixtures, [?] by the coliseum
Guns from Russia, I em to a ballerina
Cop the work then they bagging
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco
To the knee or to the where the jacket go
Master flow word now so I got to blow
When I'm older leather on [?] shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they me over