Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Like It

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

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

So what I do? I heed and pick up the pace
explain it when I pick up my son and look at my face
I'm like a black rose growin' in the concrete crack in the
There that go again "Mac practice for greatness

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

God damn, what you want from me What you want me to you, huh?
thought that I would stutter, huh, thought I was dumb
But I used to use my mind, I used to just use my 9
And run wild with my boys in the streets wild these wars
Now the and 48 laws, they polish my floors

I'm movin' niggas like puppets with no strings
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 through you niggas
It's Mac was born with advanced parents
I'm the sun shinin' at night imagine it dog
I know you 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 thug hit your ear
It colors like blue blood when it hit the air
nothin' like it
God damn, shit, I explain it, fuck y'all niggas

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

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

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

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