Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody But Me

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

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

I can't be nobody but me, and that's all I can be
I be who you want me to be, cause nigga, that ain't me
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Eight: 100 ways to die, and I done 99
99 lost and one of them could've been mine
with my eyes open, seein what is killin me
Feelin is killin me, but wantin more constantly
Runnin from temptation, but I'm to slow to get away
Gang, shootin niggas and fuckin with me everyday
Man if I was lame and couldn't see em from a away
Smile on their mug, and in minds, nothin but jealousy
Why should I get caught up in that bullshit not me
Yeah, I run with and we gone ride til infinity
if I was lyin, strike me right here as I'm speakin this
Separate the strong from the and the weak at this

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I see him everyday, point shaven and cravin
for the money that I be savin, and the that I be makin
Breakin rules, tryin not to be one of them fools
robbin niggas from school, thinkin that that shit is cool
Served out, sober, playboy, I got heataz for ya
Quick to shoot, because that indo boosts up my
I rap the blues, cause the blues is what I'm nigga
Surrounded my animals - livin and by the trigga
Word to me, and if that shit don't meet expectations
Fuck you critics, I do for the underground nation
Slab ridaz, nigga, traffickaz and jackaz
Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys rappaz
And, I wouldn't say it if it necessary
All of is just a test, tryin 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, that you didn't start to be
streets be apart of me, until it's hard to see
till the when it's hard to walk, gettin old
and, hard to talk, I'm on a line of chalk
it seems thinner a line of thread, but through all this
still instead, I'm after all
Paper, or tall - Wife, be big and small
and still down to earth, I'll still be on the
Life a tv screen, but I keep my strength
and I'll keep my (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the scope
But, if you're lookin at me, Look close, and your ass learn
Maybe you have your turn, and take a stand and shit
You might be a man and shit, your own plan and shit
I don't make no moves unless G wanna make that move
Fuck he and she make that move, I got a face that blues
when a nigga gotta pay dues, and they lookin at my face like Ooo
Mane, you broke and shit, but they 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, type nigga for sho'
Once again like I did it befo', up top or
I'm a my feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the snow
Give me a beat and I go, Off like a on your ass
Drop the mic and vamp on your ass, stick a on your ass
you off to camp on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen your
path.

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