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 voice featured on Barry
I'm not the marry
I make acidic vinegar to get the tight
I'm flattered at all the and comparisons
To the great, to see me right on Madison
Bally sneakers trying to up out the vat of sins
I tout the tacky I'm like a wild Iraqi
Outdoors with my vest, leather on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, in your face
I'm out the just like a lightning in space
The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of

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

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

This is madness, certified
Rapping like a bandit, serving my
slam you to the canvas
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 frightening
Hop in the whip and go for
Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of
Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day like the brisket
My beard is golden brown just like a
Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another to statistics
Or use the breast to eat my Crispix
I'll feed her for a dick suck
Put a roman candle up in this bitch butt
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister Bermuda
Pop a right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses enough anymore 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 my baby mama
It's always drama, she got too much time on her
Watching steady planning a plot on your man
My eyes are open like an owl
Animosity, to get the paper, sour dough
But if I die the hour go
Just place the Ballys on my feet and my body like a pharaoh ho
Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the
from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina
Cop the work then they bagging
interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road
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 dogging if I'm lying may they slump me