Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Like It

I'm just, I'm just a picture a in a frame
I paint pictures on the canvas of life
But I don't the colors
It's like it

Yo, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas, that scary
Sometimes I feel of myself
I hear voice in the back of my mind
Like "Mac maintain, just grind, dog, yourself"

So what I do? I take and pick up the pace
explain it when I pick up my son and look at my face
I'm like a black growin' in the concrete crack in the pavement
There that voice go "Mac practice for greatness

Get paid for immaculate statements"
thinkin' of them hotlines, like a physic, I can't explain it
There's no pen when I it
nothin' like it, nothin' like it

God damn, what you want from me you want me to tell you, huh?
Niggas thought that I would stutter, huh, thought I was
But I ain't used to use my mind, I to just use my 9
And run wild with my boys in the streets wild these wars
Now the and 48 laws, they polish my floors

I'm movin' niggas like puppets with no strings
It's nothin' for Beans, so you know it ain't a for Mac
To look in your eyes, see through your heart, know what you
Pick you apart, like you niggas is

I see through you niggas
It's like Mac was born with parents
I'm like the sun shinin' at imagine it dog
I know you wanna see me gradually

But I'm walkin' on air, brakin' every law
It's nothin' like it, I swear, I spit words skip through air
Let the words of a true thug hit ear
It change colors like blue blood it hit the air
It's nothin' it
God damn, shit, I can't it, fuck y'all niggas

I changed my life in about 9 months, just like sperm in a womb
These niggas never learn 'til they doomed
Try to tell them "You can burn punk, without smellin' the fuse"
Make you shiver in the middle of

pictures so vivid, you can hang it up in your room
Shine bright like a prism, colors like Crayola
Think of the prisons straight soldiers
Think about the niggas who us and played over us

Think about the mothers who suffered and over us
look at the the picture I've painted, it's so perfect
Open your eyes motherfuckers, you can't us
No survivors every shall suffer

I'm loadin' them revolvers shell shall touch ya
I promise light your ass with these mags, I'ma bust ya
God damn, it's nothin' it, I'm serious
Can't how I write it