Luyện nghe bài hát Different

Nothing at is sacred. Oh how the great have fallen
have I done to myself? It's been way too long!"

We need to reacquaint. are different now, I ain't the same man I was
Hi, how are you doing? I'm new and improved with less to lose
A collector's edition version of a virgin drink ordering cocktail
way wrong...to the point of no rerun

Over the edge and burned out before I even got my
Holding my head in pure
Out of insight. Out of mindful things to shout or about

Yeah, I I was supposed to change the world and all
But it looks like the world got to me
If you can't beat em, 'em..
Then hurt the by beating yourself

I'm different...in a way
The only thing that the same is change
people claim their states, I state my claims
Sage Francis made a for himself
For the record my calls me Paul
Which was my father's name, but Ray
in and raised me
It's crazy, but this is a game I

called "Shut the uuuuuuup!"

Don't bother calling me at all I'm not answering
Is that a voice-mail-bomb-threat or a broken I'm mishandling?
Gambling away my issues, somebody owes me big bucks
My career depends on explosive vacuums me in and blowing me up

Poetry struck a nerve in the
word then got 'em all interested
Now I don't have to serve ice to little kids
I serve emcees who think rippin' it
And poets who think they're somehow
Meanwhile are loud and ignorant
And don't how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environment

I am different. In a way
The only thing stays the same is change
While claim their states, I state my claims
I'm a quiet natured who outwardly hates the game
I shake what I got, which is a jingly
I do my mini-market research and make noise for myself when I quick

I talk with authority I question it
When I ask, "Who am I?" I'm guessing
But if you're a poor version of ANYTHING
It is self-perception

Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me well for petrii dish
Where is invisible to the eye and they hate the guy they're speaking with
I'm a real No chicken...not even fish
I'm a real rapper
My tape quality sucks, my are warped and my CD skips

Lady Luck is a greedy bitch with itchy palms and a case of the
I've got an outtie if she's got an inny, I'll clean her pipes and then her chimney
The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. You're only 60 heart per minute
A second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who will thriftshop-lift his hiphop

I may be getting too big for my
but I paid my dues the cost was climbing
If I burn too many bridges I'll never get off of this island
As long as I've been rhyming, only started listening
Because for a while they didn't how
I wouldn't smoke the pot that I was in

Plus I had no dead to pour out the liquor I don't drink
You can flash your shiny in front of my eyes and I won't blink
I'm motherfucking different. yyyeeeaaahhhh..
I'm different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..