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 of life
But I control 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 I do? I take heed and pick up the pace
Can't explain it 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 voice go again "Mac practice for

Get paid for them statements"
Keep thinkin' of hotlines, like a physic, I can't explain it
no pen when I write it
There's nothin' it, nothin' like 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 used to use my mind, I used to use my 9
And run wild with my boys in the streets wild with these
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 know it ain't a for Mac
To look in your eyes, see through heart, know what you fearin'
Pick you apart, like you niggas is

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

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

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

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

Think the mothers who suffered and prayed 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 every shell shall ya
I promise I'll light your ass with these mags, I'ma ya
God damn, it's nothin' like it, I'm
Can't explain how I it