Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like You

I just wanna be you,
Walk like, like, even think like you
The only one I could to
teaching me to be just like you
Well I just be like,
I gotta be like you

Dear, Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith, Ricky,
Before the Lord get me, I gotta say something
I grew up empty my daddy wasn't with me, shoot,
I wasn't picky I'd take any male you
in at the right time,
It's of you that I write rhymes
You probably never that
I loved the way you used to through,
me to do the things that men do
True,
You showed me I probably shouldn't have seen,
But you had made it out your teens,
Took me under wings
I wanted hats, I wanted clothes like you,
Lean to the side I rolled just like you
Didn't care if people didn't you,
You wanna bang, I wanna too
Skyline,
If you died, I would've died too,
You went to prison, got sick, your pops,
Yeah, I too
You never know who's right you,
I a little son now and he do whatever I do
But it's something deep you,
That tell you gotta be more than doing what other guys do,
They had there to guide you
But I your footsteps and this shouldn't surprise you,
You realize you, You you, you,
Yeah,

I just be like you,
like, talk like, even think like you
The one I could look to,
You're me to be just like you
I just gotta be like,
I just be like you

Now all I see is money, cars, jewels,

Womanizers, guys, guns, knives, and scars,
pushers, thugs, strippers, fast girls, fast life
Everything I and everything I could ask life
If this ain't living and they well,
I guess I an old wives' tale
Wow,
I don't another way to go,
This is the only way they ever
I got this emptiness inside got me fighting for approval because I missed out on my daddy saying, way to go,
Ain't get that verbal affirmation or how to treat a woman,
how to fix an engine,
To keep the car
So now I'm looking at the media and following they feed me,
Rap stars, stars,
Whoever wants to me
Even though they lie still tell me that they love me,
They say I'm good at bad things at they proud of me

I wanna be like you,
Walk like, like, even think like you
The one I could look to
You're teaching me to be just you
Well I gotta be like,
I just gotta be you
(Like you)

I was by God but I ain't wanna be like Him,
I be Him
The Jack of my Caribbean
I remember the created being,
And how he the blame on his dame
For fruit he have eaten,
And now at us all out of Eden,
Wearing fig leaves by Louis Vuitton

But God sees through my pride,
And how I'm like Adam, another victim of Lucifer's lies
But then in Jesus,
All men were to lead but we needed somebody to lead us
More a teacher,
But to buy us back from the darkness,
You can say He us,
Taught us real leaders follow God,
the work 'cuz we on our job
us not to rob
But give life, a wife like He loved the Church,
Without seeing how many hearts we can first
I wanna be you in every way,
So if I gotta die
Unworthy
But the least I can do is give the of me
Because being just like you is I'm s'pose to be
said you came for the lame,
I'm the
I a mess, but you say you'll erase it,
take it
They say you for the lame,
I'm the
I broke my life, but you say you'll it,
take it.

(I just gotta be like... be like... be like... I just gotta be like you...I gotta be like you)