Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

[Intro:
Think for yourself and you'll find out a lot of those so-called authorities are bullshit

[Verse 1: Mac
I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, y'all know that yet
I don't need money, you can hold that check
At the in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, what the hoes don't get
I'm on my behavior
Bad side piece the perfect flavor
Mothafuckas loved us
Comin' for your money, mothafucka, trust us
You ain't
Bought a new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' your doo-doo clique
Treat her a dog, how I do that bitch
doin' promo
And it's still mothafuckin' Dope
Made a couple off a brand, mothafucka
We even got a logo
Bitch, you have my money
(I stay myself)
I see anybody but me
(Man I'm myself)
And this too real
See a mothafucka like me gettin'
How does it
Already been, but I'm for more
Insomniac, I don't what I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a for
sleep!

[Hook: Mac
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
(Don't try to around me)
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
(So don't try, don't try to around me)
I'm an insomniac, a insomniac
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
(Oh, Q)

2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, thing
I might need to cave the
Chain reactions happen when I make a
A psycho, God me that
Cause I fade to and gets down like a plane attack
You mothafuckas made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, drill, do not panic
Let me see how loud you (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, start lookin'
But they're gonna see where I be
She speak French
"Bitch look, don't try and speak around me"
I don't at all
If you with that bullshit, I don't be involved, shit
I could a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter,
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, test me
Don't flex if you don't got on me
And you ain't got on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, get it, come)
Drawer full of whites
Snow bag full of
I don't get enough
sleep!

[Interlude: Ross]
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
They've done fucked up,
The biggest bezzle,
The don, Ricky
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

3: Rick Ross]
My weed burnin', my chain
He's made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who don't like, come see me
Fuck who don't like, hitta, hitta,
money so complicated
I'm the shit, I'm
Yo baby momma, G
Let me use the crib to mail all the
California,
White girl in the black
My top down,
with a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then chicken wings
you to different things
Jet skis and the best
Think it's Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a
Pants sag, Fallon
Blowin' green in the green
Def Jam like Baous wildin'
Yeah they hate but box a nigga
Bought the estate from a boxin'
Paranoid, I'm 'round
I'm butt with my chopper, nigga

I'm butt with my chopper, nigga

[Hook: Mac