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 cause it's up short
I just court on child support
A to a murda but I will not tell
Cause most of my niggas in the county
make me fiend to stack cream
Niggas on my team be gone off
My hair fallin' out, it's turnin' gray I'm stressed
The police want me and a warrant for my arrest
I can't do nothin' the IRS
Know my telephone and my home address
This wanna murda me, the bitches say they hate me
My been feelin like it bust 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
been accused of playa hatin' so confess
Oh my, know why, these hate me so much
It's I can't be touched
I'm diabolical
Man I murda ya
is the narcotic
Reel Product

And I'm out
gone

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

gone
Just
And I'm out now

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