Luyện nghe bài hát Different

Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the great have
What I done to myself? 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 with even less to lose
A edition version of a virgin drink ordering cocktail teller
Gone way wrong...to the of no rerun

Over the and burned 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 like the world got to me first
If you can't em, join 'em..
Then hurt the by beating yourself

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

"Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

Don't bother calling me at all because I'm not
Is that a or a broken promise I'm mishandling?
Gambling away my issues, somebody owes me big bucks
My career on explosive vacuums sucking 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 serve emcees who think they're it
And poets who think they're somehow
Meanwhile both are and ignorant
And know how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environment

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

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

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

Lady Luck is a greedy 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 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 my dues when the cost was climbing
If I burn too many bridges I'll never get off of this awful
As as I've been rhyming, they only started listening
Because for a they didn't like how
I wouldn't smoke the pot that I was in

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