Luyện nghe bài hát Different

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

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

Poetry struck a in the listenership
Spoken then got 'em all interested
Now I don't have to ice cream to little kids
I serve who think they're rippin' it
And poets who they're somehow significant
both are loud and ignorant
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 pocket
I do my mini-market research and make noise for myself I walk quick

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

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

Lady Luck is a bitch with itchy palms and a case of the gimmes
I've got an outtie if she's got an inny, I'll clean her pipes and then sweep her
The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. You're only 60 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 when the cost was climbing
If I burn too many bridges never get off of this awful island
As as I've been rhyming, they only started listening
Because for a while they like how
I wouldn't smoke the pot I was pissin' in

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