Luyện nghe bài hát Leave Me Alone

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

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

Now it's time to your feelings as I upset music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human,
You I'm a monster, ill circus clown, I'm not a specimen
Don't at me funny 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 boys rub the heads of black music with a assistant
does a chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame
As I see 'em bet
There's a million of creative tryin' to be me
I'm to feel like jimi hendrix
When they cover the who started rock
Magazines put over my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7
the truth of the project group
Which they always have spies in with eyes
Watchin me record my album, sending producers with tracks
And dats, messin' up my whole
Can you imagine doing something that would need more to
an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about carey's honky
Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel of monkeys
While I out to do the shopping, boy
You're makin' a quick phone
About my sound is too new and
I need to be a regular like dru hill, a little ill
Hey we want 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 be the insane clown posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast
Why you mad? cos I'm
You do the material
When I sit and watch you act big
your budget on your video
I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments raisin bran cereal
While you front, 'lo take my white rhyme down to world's fargo
How long's it take?
900 thousand and clear, talkin' a clerk
I don't need a this year
care of my paperwork
Take the united out to vegas
While the average r'n'b group is a promo concert
Ignoring your calls from 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 call me welcome to the
as a witness, work 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 takin the regular picture by the 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 a motorcycle helmet?
Why don't you it?
Put on some like a parrot
Let's this contract
Why are you hypin' up a normal female group with fat that sound wack
Most of y'all goin' out like toms, like louis armstrongs
Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like tracy
I canceled a big 'cos I was prepared
You're on the with your damn money and ya're all scared
Why y'all walkin, look hard your manager got your name
All over your versatile
And plus, this video sucks
The effect
The to the camera only costs 100 bucks
Look at the director trying to me what to do
I've done this
14 degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage my head, that's dead
get your imagination too messed up
I'm a yankee hat and a starter
I'm not up
How you gonna tell me what to
I don't mascara and a stylist
Save for a big rock group like pantera
Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol,
Never got robbed, put my lyrics and stuffed
Too people with hands in my projects
Havin' of me being superman, you actin' stupid man
I'm prince
You might see me once every 5 at the record company
While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car to be paid
Under the table doing routine for advances
Oooh... you've involved...

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