Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm right, the fast life
Getting twisted almost night
My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry
I'm not the marry
I make vinegar to get the candy tight
I'm flattered at all the and comparisons
To the great, to see me right on Madison
Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of
I tout the tacky shit I'm a wild Iraqi
with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, knife in face
I'm out the world like a lightning in space
The ice sculptures on the table going nice the plates of grapes

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

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the money and the
Brazilian bitches, tatted on their tushie
a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie
I'm the corner with a hooker footsie
in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, and chees plate
Bronson [?] the is ringing out in each state
it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate
My feet slide just a hockey player
yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, happy ending
Wifey dinner, I'll be home about 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 fitted a leather grip

This is madness, certified
Rapping like a bandit, serving my
slam you to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped like a bandage

3:]
I wash my dick in the sink right I wake up
Twisted from the night 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 just the brisket
My beard is golden just like a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add 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 it's on the computer, got the pussy moister Bermuda
Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no cause I'm a shoot her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)
This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty
Or the sex that I be having 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 like an owl
Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour
But if I die the hour go
Just place the on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the
from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina
Cop the work they bagging coke
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Road
To the knee or to the ankle the jacket go
flow 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