Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Like It

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

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

So I do? I take 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 voice go again "Mac practice for greatness

Get for them immaculate statements"
thinkin' of them hotlines, like a physic, I can't explain it
There's no pen when I it
There's nothin' like it, like 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 used to use my mind, I used to just use my 9
And run wild my boys in the streets wild with these wars
Now the Qu'ran and 48 laws, polish my floors

I'm movin' like puppets with no strings attached
It's nothin' for Beans, so you know it a thing for Mac
To look in eyes, see through your heart, know what you fearin'
Pick you apart, you niggas is transparent

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

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 change colors like blood when it hit the air
It's like it
God damn, shit, I explain it, fuck y'all niggas

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

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

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

I'm loadin' them every shell shall touch ya
I promise I'll your ass with these mags, I'ma bust ya
God damn, it's nothin' it, I'm serious
Can't explain how I it