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, hand on my
I told my to get the fuck on, I don't need her
My mind on my money cause comin' up short
I just court on child support
A to a murda but I will not tell
Cause most of my in the county jail
Amphetamines make me fiend to stack
Niggas on my be gone off scalene
My hair fallin' out, it's turnin' gray cause I'm
The police me dead and a warrant for my arrest
I do nothin' plus the IRS
Know my telephone numba and my home
This nigga wanna murda me, the bitches say hate me
My been feelin like it bust on me lately
I'm gone in this muthafucka on loid
The simple situations in life, I can't
out the murda me
Cause they heard of me
America's most playa hated and under
Simply stated, niggas hate it, wanna test
Homie been accused of playa hatin' so
Oh my, why, these niggas 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 and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, stop and lookin' hard

Just
gone
And I'm out now

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