Luyện nghe bài hát Me, Myself & I

Mirror, on the wall
Tell me, mirror, is wrong?
Can it be my De La
Or is it just my de la

What I do make-beleive
say I sit and try
But whan it to being De La
Its just me and I

Its just me and I
Its me myself and I
Its just me and I

Now you tease my plug one
Where my plug one
You say one and two are hippies
No, not, thats pure plug bull

Always pushing that weve formed an
no need to lie
When it comes to being one
Its me myself and I

Its me myself and I
Its me myself and I
Its just me and I

Proud, Im of what I am
Poems I speak are two type
oh please let plug two be
Himself, not you read or write

Right is wrong when is written
On the soul, De La is
Style is surely our own
Not the disguise of showbiz

De La Soul is the soul
And this fact I deny
Strictly the DAN called Stuckie
And me myself and I

Its me myself and I
Its just me and I
Its me myself and I

Glory, glory
for plugs one and two
But that been denied
By and dookie eyes

People think dis my person
By stating Im darkly
I this so I point at Q-tip
And he states, Black is

mirror on the wall
Shovel in my path
Please on up with the nuts
So I get in aftermath

But if I do Ill calmly punch
In the day of July
Cause they to mess with Third Degree
Thats me and I

Its me myself and I
Its me myself and I
Its just me and I
Its just me and I