Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Like It

I'm just, I'm just a picture a picture in a
I word pictures on the canvas of life
But I don't the colors
nothin' like it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I changed my whole life in about 9 months, like sperm in a womb
These young niggas never learn 'til doomed
Try to tell them "You can burn young punk, smellin' the fuse"
Make you shiver in the middle of

Paintin' pictures so vivid, you can hang it up in room
Shine bright like a prism, displayin' colors Crayola
Think of the prisons with 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 I've painted, it's so
Open your eyes motherfuckers, you duck us
No survivors every soul shall

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