Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the life
Getting twisted almost 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, to see me right on Madison
Bally sneakers trying to up out the vat of sins
I tout the tacky shit I'm like a Iraqi
with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, knife in face
I'm out the world just like a lightning in
The ice sculptures on the going nice with the plates of grapes

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

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the money and the
Brazilian bitches, names tatted on tushie
You're a man dressed as a woman, call him
I'm the corner a hooker playing footsie
Phone in my hands at all times 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 feet slide just like a hockey
Eating yakitori, getting in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, happy shower
Wifey dinner, I'll be home about an hour
Crush the sour, from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is yo you'll never win
I the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence
fitted with a leather grip

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

3:]
I wash my dick in the sink right when I up
Twisted from the night before raw a frightening whore
Hop in the and go for breakfast
eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas
Damn I'm reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket
My beard is golden brown just like a
Everyday I'm should I risk it, add another number to statistics
Or use the breast milk to eat my
feed her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking candle up in this bitch butt
Now it's on the computer, got the moister than Bermuda
Pop a hole right through her throat, no joke cause I'm a shoot her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these man? fuck)
shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be having I hate my baby mama
It's always drama, she got too much time on her
Watching Tyra steady 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 smoke my body like a ho
Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the
Guns from Russia, I turn em to a
Cop the work then bagging coke
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco
To the or to the ankle where the jacket go
Master flow word now so I got to blow
When I'm older on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me