Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Like It

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

Yo, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas, that scary
Sometimes I feel ahead of
I hear this 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 rose growin' in the concrete crack in the pavement
There that go again "Mac practice for greatness

Get paid for immaculate statements"
Keep thinkin' of them hotlines, like a physic, I explain it
There's no pen I write it
There's nothin' like it, nothin' it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Think the mothers who suffered and prayed over us
Just at the the picture I've painted, it's so perfect
Open your motherfuckers, you can't duck us
No survivors soul shall suffer

I'm them revolvers every shell shall touch ya
I promise I'll light your ass with these mags, bust ya
God damn, it's like it, I'm serious
explain how I write it