Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody But Me

MJG: It no changing me, no matter what you claim to see
I can only aim to be,
If thangs seem strange to me, they can't be the same me
You know it's lame to be, somethin you know is a lie
Hoes want a to try to be somethin that he ain't,
right before your eyes, livin his life in a disguise
Follow the pack, and wind up dead (Go on)
Real dummy with your ass
In the future, nobody gonna listen to you
(Why) Cause you do whatever to please the
It's easy to - ass for your wealth, Or get cash for yourself
I think I'll go with the green, Cause asses I do not
As bad as the might seem, I got a get-right team
Nigga, sensing and I, it ain't ever let a day go by
Without checks, fuck my salary check,
that the reason why I want respect, but you ain't finna

I gotta keep a head, fuck what a devil said
I'm stayin me, M-J fuckin G - Put trust in me..

Chorus: I can't be but me, and that's all I can be
I can't be who you want me to be, cause nigga, that me
(repeat x 4)

Eight: 100 to die, and I done survived 99
99 lives and one of them could've been mine
Blind with my open, seein what is killin me
Feelin what is killin me, but more constantly
from temptation, but I'm much to slow to get away
Gang, shootin niggas and fuckin with me everyday
Man if I was lame and couldn't see em a mile away
Smile on their mug, and in minds, nothin but jealousy
Why should I get caught up in bullshit not concernin me
Yeah, I run with Suave and we gone til infinity
Lord if I was lyin, strike me right as I'm speakin this
Separate the from the cowardly and the weak at this

(repeat x 4)

Eight: I see him everyday, point shaven and
for the money that I be savin, and the moves that I be
Breakin rules, tryin not to be one of them broke
robbin comin from school, thinkin that that shit is cool
Served out, whether sober, playboy, I got for ya
Quick to shoot, because that boosts up my paranoia
I rap the blues, cause the blues is what I'm nigga
Surrounded my animals - and dyin by the trigga
Word to me, and if that shit don't meet expectations
Fuck you critics, I do this for the underground
Slab ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and
Heat packaz, nigga, all my ain't rappaz
And, I wouldn't say it if it wasn't
All of this is just a test, to prepare me
My future's lookin dark, and I don't think it's brighter
Eightball, Pimp-Caso, Poetry writer...

MJG: It's hard to be, something that you didn't to be
these streets be apart of me, until hard to see
till the years when hard to walk, gettin old
and, it's hard to talk, I'm on a of chalk
it seems than a line of thread, but through all this
still instead, I'm real all
Paper, short or tall - Wife, be big and
and still down to earth, still be on the scene
Life like a tv screen, but I my strength
and I'll keep my (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the scope
But, if lookin at me, Look close, and your ass will learn
Maybe when you have turn, and take a stand and shit
You might be a man and shit, your own plan and shit
Cause I don't make no moves unless G wanna that move
he and she wanna make that move, I got a face that blues
when a nigga gotta pay them dues, and they at my face like Ooo
Mane, you broke and shit, but ain't gonna throw me out a rope
and
I'm a and choke and shit
And my folkaz get clowdy that hocus pokus shit,
I'll be the trick...
But, I'm gone be myself, Pimp type nigga for
Once like I did it befo', up top or below
I'm a keep my on the flo', and do it in the heat or the snow
Give me a and I go, Off like a champ on your ass
Drop the mic and vamp on your ass, stick a on your ass
Send you off to on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen your
path.

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