Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Like It

I'm just, I'm just a picture a picture in a
I paint pictures on the canvas of life
But I don't 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
Like "Mac maintain, just grind, dog, yourself"

So what I do? I 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 go again "Mac practice for greatness

Get for them immaculate statements"
Keep thinkin' of them hotlines, like a physic, I explain it
no pen when I write it
There's nothin' like it, nothin' 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 ain't to use my mind, I used to just 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 with no attached
It's nothin' for Beans, so you it ain't a thing for Mac
To look in your eyes, see through your heart, know you fearin'
Pick you apart, like you niggas is

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

But I'm walkin' on air, brakin' every law
It's nothin' it, I swear, I spit words that skip through air
Let the of a true thug hit your ear
It change colors like blood when 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, like sperm in a womb
These young niggas never 'til they doomed
Try to tell them "You can burn punk, without smellin' the fuse"
Make you shiver in the of June

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

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

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