Luyện nghe bài hát Insomniak

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

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

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

2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, thing
I might need to cave the
Chain reactions happen I make a pact
A psycho, God made me
Cause I fade to and gets down like a plane attack
You mothafuckas made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not
Let me see how loud you (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, start lookin'
But they're never see where I be
She only speak
Said "Bitch look, don't try and around me"
I don't at all
If you that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved, shit
I could a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, quarter, Gretzky
your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't 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)
full of fresh whites
Snow bag full of
I don't get enough
sleep!

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

[Verse 3: Ross]
My weed burnin', my chain
self 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 momma, straight G
Let me use the crib to mail all the
California,
girl in the black Phantom
My top down,
Ride with a big fat nigga
Kreme, then it's chicken wings
Introduce you to things
Jet and the best weed
Think it's Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, need a stylist
Pants sag, Fallon
Blowin' green in the green
Def Jam like Baous wildin'
Yeah they but won't box a nigga
Bought the from a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm 'round
I'm butt naked my chopper, nigga

I'm naked with my chopper, nigga

Mac Miller]