Luyện nghe bài hát Leave Me Alone

(original by dr. aka kool keith; remixed by leeroy thornhill)

(intro)
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who know
I've 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 circus clown, I'm not a
look at me funny when I come around
And y'all been trying to figure me out for
to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me
While white rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistant
What a chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame
As I see 'em bet
a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me
I'm starting to feel like jimi
When they cover the story who rock
Magazines put over my interviews
They don't to see me on channel 7 news
the truth of the project group
Which they always secret spies in with eyes
me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks
And dats, up my whole format
Can you imagine doing something that need more to function
With an alternative hippy kid from the record watchin your back
Talkin mariah carey's honky
Makin' an average group buck dance like a 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 little ill
Hey keith we you to be ill!

Yeah, me alone!
Hey keith, we you to be ill!

Of course I'm hard to work with, cos hard to work with
I don't wanna be the insane posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a rate
Why you mad? cos I'm
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 eating raisin bran
While you front, 'lo I'll my white rhyme down to world's fargo
How long's it gonna
900 thousand and clear, with a clerk
I don't need a binge this
Took of my paperwork
Take the taxi out to vegas
While the average r'n'b 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 track one g
How dare you try to me?
I got 40 for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy
Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me welcome to the
Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use fitness
I ain't playin' all this african stuff, all look the

I need a joe neckbone puttin' his artwork on my cd
apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne
No, I'm the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure
Besides I do wear a blue winter
And eat at resturants... yeah!

Yeah, me alone!
Hey keith, we you to be ill!

Why you think I wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why don't you it?
Put on some wings a parrot
discuss this contract
Why are you up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack
Most of y'all goin' out uncle toms, like louis armstrongs
Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like chapman
I canceled a big tour I was prepared
on the roll with your damn money and ya're all scared
Why y'all walkin, look hard like your manager got name
All over versatile card
And plus, this treatment sucks
The effect
The lens to the camera only costs 100
Look at the trying to tell me what to do
I've this before
14 degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage my head, that's dead
Don't get imagination too messed up
I'm wearing a hat and a starter
I'm not up
How you gonna me what to wear?
I don't mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big rock group like
Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol,
Never got robbed, put my lyrics and stuffed
Too many people with hands in my
Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you stupid man
I'm like
You might see me once every 5 years at the record
While most of you live at the label beggin for your and car notes to be paid
Under the table doing dances for advances
Oooh... you've involved...

Yeah, me alone!
Hey keith, we you to be ill!