Luyện nghe bài hát Nervous - 1997

Nervous
build-up
Um
And I'm

I just I'm God
I I'm God
I'm God

I'm stressed out a mu'fucka, hand on my heata
I told my bitch to get the fuck on, I need her
My mind on my money cause it's comin' up
I just left court on child
A witness to a murda but I will not
most of my niggas in the county jail
Amphetamines make me to stack cream
Niggas on my team be gone off
My hair fallin' out, it's gray cause I'm stressed
The police want me and a warrant for my arrest
I do nothin' plus the IRS
Know my telephone numba and my home
This nigga wanna me, the bitches say they hate me
My heart been feelin like it bust on me
I'm gone in this muthafucka on loid
The simple situations in life, I can't
out the murda me
Cause they never of me
America's most playa hated and under
Simply stated, hate it, they wanna test
Homie been accused of playa so confess
Oh my, know why, niggas hate me so much
cause I can't be touched
I'm diabolical
Man I ya minister
When is the
Life Product

And I'm out
gone

Stop and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, stop steamin and lookin'

Just
Just
And I'm out now

Stop and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, stop steamin and lookin'