Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Like It

I'm just, I'm a picture a picture in a frame
I paint pictures on the canvas of life
But I control the colors
It's nothin' it

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

So what I do? I take and pick up the pace
Can't it when I pick up my son and look at my face
I'm like a black growin' in the concrete crack in the pavement
that voice go again "Mac practice for greatness

Get paid for them 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, what you want from me 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 boys in the streets wild these wars
Now the and 48 laws, they polish my floors

I'm movin' niggas like puppets 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, like you is transparent

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

But I'm walkin' on air, 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 like blue blood it hit the air
It's 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
These young niggas never learn 'til doomed
Try to tell them "You can young punk, without smellin' the fuse"
Make you shiver in the middle of

Paintin' so vivid, you can hang it up in your room
Shine bright like a prism, displayin' colors like
Think of the with straight soldiers
Think about the niggas who fucked us and played 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 soul shall suffer

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