Luyện nghe bài hát The Madness

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

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

2:]
Fuck the love, I want the and the pussy
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 like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, wine and chees
[?] the name is ringing out in each state
Play it cool or the weapon, time to meet fate
My feet slide just like a hockey
Eating yakitori, hammered 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 undefeated yo never win
I bring the devil in, Bronson over his
Polo fitted with a leather

This is madness, certified
Rapping like a bandit, my advantage
slam you to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting just like 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
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 brown just like a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another to statistics
Or use the milk to eat my Crispix
I'll her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy 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 a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be though I hate my baby mama
It's drama, she got too much time on her hands
Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on man
My eyes are like an owl though
Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour
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 turn em to a
Cop the work they bagging coke
interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road
To the knee or to the ankle the jacket go
Master word now so I got cash to blow
I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me