Luyện nghe bài hát Leave Me Alone

(original by dr. dooom aka kool remixed by leeroy thornhill)

(intro)
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't
What I've been going to make my own, yeah...

Now time to hurt your feelings as I upset music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human,
You think I'm a monster, ill clown, I'm not a specimen
look at me funny when I come around
And been trying to figure me out for years
Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so hate me
While white boys rub the heads of black music a japanese assistant
What does a kid know about the rap game, it's a shame
As I see 'em bet
There's a million of creative rappers to be me
I'm to feel like jimi hendrix
they cover the story who started rock
Magazines put over my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7
Tellin the truth of the project
Which they always have spies in with eyes
Watchin me record my album, producers with wack tracks
And dats, messin' up my whole
Can you imagine doing something that would more to function
With an alternative hippy kid the record label watchin your back
Talkin about mariah honky
Makin' an average group buck like a barrel full of monkeys
I break out to do the shopping, boy
You're makin' a quick phone
About my sound is too new and
I to be a regular like dru hill, a little more ill
Hey keith we you to be ill!

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

Of I'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with
I don't wanna be the insane clown and collaborate
I'm tryin' to and think quick at a fast rate
Why you cos I'm original?
You do the material
When I sit and watch you act big
Spend your on your video
I'm in one of my 3 luxury eating raisin bran cereal
While you front, 'lo I'll take my white down to world's fargo
How it gonna take?
900 thousand and clear, with a clerk
I don't need a binge year
Took care of my
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 mc's
Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track one g
How you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with
Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to me welcome to the business
Stand as a witness, on your stomach, use physical fitness
I ain't playin' all this stuff, all look the same

I don't need a joe neckbone puttin' his 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 a cold blue winter
And eat at resturants... yeah!

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

Why you think I should wear a motorcycle
Why you wear it?
Put on some wings a parrot
Let's discuss this
Why are you hypin' up a normal female group with fat cellulite that wack
Most of goin' out like 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, hard like your manager got your name
All your versatile card
And plus, this video sucks
The fishlens
The lens to the camera costs 100 bucks
at the director trying to tell me what to do
I've done before
14 degrees freezing cold doin' large with a cage over my head, that's dead
get your imagination too messed up
I'm wearing a yankee hat and a
I'm not up
How you gonna me what to wear?
I need mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big rock group pantera
Experience, plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, dreamworks
Never got robbed, put my lyrics and stuffed
Too people with hands in my projects
Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' 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 rent and car notes to be paid
Under the doing routine dances for advances
Oooh... you've involved...

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