Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

1:]
Hey yo you Yeah 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 marry
I acidic vinegar to get the candy tight
I'm at all the chatter and comparisons
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 my sport 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 of grapes

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

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

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

3:]
I my dick in the sink right when I wake up
from the night before raw inside a frightening whore
Hop in the and go for breakfast
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 golden brown like a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking I risk it, add another number to statistics
Or use the milk to eat my Crispix
I'll feed her coke for a suck
Put a fucking roman candle up in bitch butt
Now on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda
Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)
shit 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 time on her hands
Watching Tyra planning a plot on your man
My eyes are open an owl though
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
fixtures, [?] by the coliseum
Guns from Russia, I em to a ballerina
Cop the then they bagging coke
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco
To the knee or to the ankle where the go
flow word now so I got cash to blow
When I'm older leather on [?] shoulder
I'm top if I'm lying may they slump me over