Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Like It

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

Yo, I'm ten ahead of niggas, that shit scary
I feel ahead of myself
I hear this voice in the back of my
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 black rose growin' in the concrete in the pavement
There that voice go again "Mac for greatness

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

God damn, what you want 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, they my floors

I'm movin' niggas like with 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, what you fearin'
Pick you apart, like you is transparent

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

But I'm walkin' on air, brakin' gravity 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 like blue blood when it hit the air
nothin' 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 they
Try to tell them "You can burn punk, without smellin' the fuse"
Make you in the middle of June

Paintin' so vivid, you can hang it up in your room
Shine bright a prism, displayin' colors like Crayola
Think of the prisons 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 eyes motherfuckers, you can't duck us
No survivors every soul suffer

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