Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Like It

I'm just, I'm just a picture a in a frame
I paint word pictures on the of life
But I control the colors
It's nothin' it

Yo, I'm ten ahead of niggas, that shit scary
Sometimes I ahead of myself
I hear this voice in the back of my
"Mac maintain, just grind, dog, better yourself"

So what I do? I take heed and pick up the
Can't explain it when I up my son and look at my face
I'm like a black rose growin' in the concrete crack in the
that voice go again "Mac practice for greatness

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

God damn, what you from me What you want me to tell you, huh?
thought that I would stutter, huh, thought I was dumb
But I used to use my mind, I used to just use my 9
And run with my boys in the streets wild with these wars
Now the and 48 laws, they polish my floors

I'm movin' niggas like puppets with no attached
It's nothin' for Beans, so you know it a thing for Mac
To look in eyes, see through your heart, know what you fearin'
Pick you apart, like you niggas is

I see right you niggas
It's Mac was born with advanced parents
I'm like the sun at night imagine it dog
I know you wanna see me fall

But I'm walkin' on air, brakin' gravity law
nothin' like it, I swear, I spit words that skip through air
Let the words of a true hit your ear
It change colors like blue blood it hit the air
It's like it
God damn, shit, I explain it, fuck y'all niggas

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

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

Think about the who suffered and prayed over us
Just look at the the picture painted, it's so perfect
Open your eyes motherfuckers, you duck us
No survivors every soul suffer

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