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 mothafuckin' greatest, don't know that yet
I don't need your money, you can hold check
At the in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the don't get
I'm on my behavior
Bad piece with the perfect flavor
Mothafuckas never us
Comin' for your money, mothafucka, don't us
You ain't
a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' with your clique
her like a dog, how I do that bitch
Done doin'
And it's still mothafuckin' Most
a couple million off a brand, mothafucka
We ain't even got a
Bitch, you have my money
(I stay myself)
I don't see but me
(Man I'm myself)
And this shit too
See a mothafucka like me money
How does it
been, but I'm back for more
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a for
Insomniac, I don't know 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 mothafuckin'
(So don't try, try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin'
(Oh, Q)

[Verse 2: Mac
Yeah, yeah, said, I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing
I might need to cave the
Chain reactions happen when I a pact
A psycho, God me that
Cause I to black 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, mothafuckas start
But they're never see where I be
She only speak
Said "Bitch look, try and speak around me"
I sleep 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, quarter, Gretzky
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't me
flex if you don't got shit on me
And you got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, get it, come)
Drawer full of whites
Snow bag full of
I get enough credit
sleep!

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

[Verse 3: Rick
My weed burnin', my chain
He's made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who don't like, bitch see me
who don't like, hitta, hitta, hitta
Gettin' money so
I'm the shit, I'm
Yo momma, straight G
Let me use the to mail all the weed
California,
White girl in the black
My top down,
Ride a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then it's chicken
Introduce you to different
Jet skis and the weed
it's fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a
Pants sag, Fallon
green in the green room
Def Jam like really wildin'
Yeah they hate but box a nigga
Bought the estate a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm 'round
I'm butt naked my chopper, nigga

I'm butt naked with my chopper,

Mac Miller]