Luyện nghe bài hát Different

Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the 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 even less to
A collector's edition version of a virgin drink ordering cocktail
Gone way wrong...to the of no rerun

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

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

I'm different...in a way
The only thing stays the same is change
While claim their states, I state my claims
Francis made a name for himself
For the my mother calls me Paul
Which was my father's name, but Ray
Stepped in and me
It's crazy, but this is a I play

"Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus I had no homies 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 motherfucking different. yyyeeeaaahhhh..