Luyện nghe bài hát Leave Me Alone

Yeah, to all my fans, for people who know
What been going through to make my own, yeah

Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, look human, right?
You think I'm a monster, ill clown, I'm not a specimen
Don't look at me when I come around
And y'all trying to figure me out for years
to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me
While white rub the heads of black music with a Japanese assistant

does a Chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame
As I see 'em bet
There's a million of rappers tryin' to be me
I'm to feel like Jimi Hendrix
When they the story who started rock
put blankets over my interviews
They want to see me on channel 7 news
Tellin the of the project group
Which they always have spies in with eyes
Watchin me my album, sending producers with wack tracks
And dats, up my whole format
Can you imagine doing something that would need to function
With an alternative hippy kid the record label watchin your back
Talkin Mariah Carey's honky
Makin' an average group buck dance a barrel full of monkeys
I break out to do the shopping, boy
You're makin' a phone call
About my sound is too new and
I need to be a regular like Dru Hill, a more ill
Hey Keith we you to be ill

Yeah, me alone
Hey Keith, we you to be ill

Of course I'm to work with, cos you're hard to work with
I don't wanna be the insane posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to and think quick at a fast rate
Why you cos I'm original?
You can't do the
When I sit and watch you act big
Spend your on your video
I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments raisin bran cereal
While you front, 'lo I'll take my white rhyme down to world's
How long's it take?
900 Thousand and clear, talkin' with a
I don't need a this year

care of my paperwork
Take the taxi out to Vegas
While the RNB group is doing a promo concert
Ignoring your phone calls broke labels
Who try to put out underground
Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass with one g
How you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for 3 to write a song with prodigy
Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me to the business?
Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical
I ain't playin' all this African stuff, all the same

I don't need a Joe neck bone his artwork on my cd
Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the
No, I'm the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure
Besides I do a cold blue winter
And eat at beautiful restaurants

Yeah, me alone
Hey Keith, we you to be ill

Why you I should wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why you wear it?
Put on some wings a parrot
Let's discuss this
Why are you hyping' up a normal female group with fat cellulite sound wack
Most of y'all out like uncle toms, like Louis Armstrong's
Wearin' a tattoo and on stage like Tracy Chapman
I canceled a big tour 'cos I was
on the roll with your damn money and you're all scared
Why y'all walkin, look hard like manager got your name
All over your card
And plus, this video sucks
The fish effect
The lens to the camera only costs 100
Look at the director trying to me what to do
I've done before

14 freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead
Don't get your too messed up
I'm wearing a Yankee hat and a
I'm not up
How you gonna tell me what to
I don't mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big rock group Pantera
Experience, next plateau, mercury, pitch, emi, capitol, DreamWorks
Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and
Too many people with in my projects
fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man
I'm like
You might see me once every 5 years at the company
While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car to be paid
Under the table routine dances for advances
Oooh you've been

Yeah, leave me
Hey Keith, we you to be ill