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 like a mu'fucka, on my heata
I told my to get the fuck on, I don't need her
My mind on my money it's comin' up short
I just left court on child
A witness to a murda but I not tell
Cause of my niggas in the county jail
Amphetamines make me to stack cream
Niggas on my be gone off scalene
My hair fallin' out, it's gray cause I'm stressed
The police want me dead and a warrant for my
I can't do plus the IRS
Know my telephone numba and my home
This nigga wanna me, the bitches say they hate me
My heart been like it bust on me lately
I'm gone in muthafucka mind on loid
The simple in life, I can't avoid
out the murda me
Cause they heard of me
America's playa hated and under rated
stated, niggas hate it, they wanna test
Homie accused of playa hatin' so confess
Oh my, know why, these niggas me so much
It's I can't be touched
I'm diabolical
Man I ya minister
is the narcotic
Reel Life

And I'm out
gone

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

Just
gone
And I'm out now

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