Luyện nghe bài hát Different

Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the have fallen
What have I done to It's 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 improved with even less to
A collector's edition version of a drink ordering cocktail teller
Gone way wrong...to the of no rerun

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

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

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

"Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

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

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

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

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

Growing up in a town prepared me well for this petrii dish
Where talk is invisible to the eye and hate the guy they're speaking with
I'm a real No chicken...not even fish
I'm a real underground
My tape quality sucks, my 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 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 will thriftshop-lift his

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

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