Luyện nghe bài hát Nervous - 1997

Nervous
build-up
Um
And I'm

I think I'm God
I I'm God
I'm God

I'm stressed out like a mu'fucka, on my heata
I told my bitch to get the 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 but I will not tell
Cause of my niggas in the county jail
make me fiend to stack cream
Niggas on my team be gone off
My hair out, it's turnin' gray cause I'm stressed
The police want me dead and a for my arrest
I can't do plus the IRS
Know my telephone and my home address
This nigga wanna murda me, the bitches say they me
My been feelin like it bust on me lately
I'm gone in this muthafucka on loid
The situations in life, I can't avoid
Niggas out the me
Cause never heard of me
America's most playa hated and under
stated, niggas hate it, they wanna test
Homie been accused of playa hatin' so
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 Life

And I'm out
Just

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

gone
Just
And I'm out now

Stop steamin and hard
Stop, stop, stop steamin and hard