Luyện nghe bài hát Nervous - 1997

Nervous
build-up
Um
And I'm

I think I'm God
I I'm God
I'm God

I'm out like a mu'fucka, hand on my heata
I told my to get the fuck on, I don't need her
My mind on my money cause comin' up short
I just left court on child
A witness to a murda but I not tell
most of my niggas in the county jail
Amphetamines me fiend to stack cream
Niggas on my team be off scalene
My fallin' out, it's turnin' gray cause I'm stressed
The police want me dead and a warrant for my
I can't do nothin' the IRS
Know my telephone and my home address
This nigga wanna murda me, the say they hate me
My heart feelin like it bust on me lately
I'm gone in this mind on loid
The simple in life, I can't avoid
out the murda me
Cause they heard of me
most playa hated and under rated
Simply stated, niggas hate it, they test
Homie been accused of playa hatin' so
Oh my, know why, these niggas hate me so
It's I can't be touched
I'm diabolical
Man I ya minister
When is the
Reel Product

And I'm out
Just

Stop steamin and lookin'
Stop, stop, stop steamin and lookin'

Just
Just
And I'm out now

Stop and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, stop steamin and lookin'