Luyện nghe bài hát Nervous - 1997

Nervous
Stress
Um
And I'm

I think 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 don't her
My on my money cause it's comin' up short
I just court on child support
A witness to a murda but I not tell
Cause most of my niggas in the county
Amphetamines make me to stack cream
Niggas on my team be off scalene
My hair fallin' out, turnin' gray cause I'm stressed
The police want me dead and a for my arrest
I can't do nothin' the IRS
Know my telephone numba and my address
This nigga wanna me, the bitches say they hate me
My heart been feelin like it on me lately
I'm gone in muthafucka mind on loid
The simple situations in life, I can't
Niggas out the me
Cause they never of me
America's most playa and under rated
Simply stated, niggas hate it, they wanna
Homie been of playa hatin' so confess
Oh my, know why, these niggas hate me so
It's I can't be touched
I'm diabolical
Man I murda ya
is the narcotic
Reel Product

And I'm out
Just

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

Just
gone
And I'm out now

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