Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody But Me

MJG: It ain't no me, no matter what you claim to see
I can aim to be, M-J-G
If thangs seem strange to me, they be the same with me
You know it's lame to be, somethin that you is a lie
Hoes want a nigga to try to be somethin he ain't,
right your eyes, livin his life in a fuckin disguise
the pack, and wind up dead last (Go on)
Real with your scared ass
In the future, ain't gonna listen to you
(Why) you do whatever to please the crew
It's easy to - Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get cash for
I I'll go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean
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 reality checks, fuck my 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 me, M-J fuckin G - Put your 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, nigga, that ain't me
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Eight: 100 ways to die, and I survived 99
99 lives lost and one of them could've mine
Blind my eyes open, seein what is killin me
Feelin what is killin me, but more constantly
Runnin from temptation, but I'm to slow to get away
Gang, shootin niggas and bitches 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 that not concernin me
Yeah, I run with Suave and we ride til infinity
Lord if I was lyin, me right here as I'm speakin this
Separate the from the cowardly and the weak at this

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Eight: I see him everyday, shaven and cravin
for the money that I be savin, and the that I be makin
Breakin rules, tryin not to be one of broke fools
niggas comin from school, thinkin that that shit is cool
Served out, sober, playboy, I got heataz for ya
Quick to shoot, that indo boosts up my paranoia
I rap the blues, cause the is what I'm livin nigga
Surrounded my animals - and dyin by the trigga
Word to me, and if that shit meet your expectations
Fuck you critics, I do for the underground nation
Slab ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and
Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys ain't
And, I wouldn't say it if it wasn't
All of this is a test, tryin to prepare me
My future's lookin dark, and I think it's gettin 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, it's hard to see
the years when it's hard to walk, gettin old
and, it's hard to talk, I'm on a line of
it seems thinner than a line of thread, but all this
still instead, I'm after all
Paper, or tall - Wife, be big and small
and still down to earth, I'll be on the scene
Life a tv screen, but I keep my strength
and keep my hope (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the scope
But, if you're lookin at me, Look close, and your ass will
Maybe when you have your turn, and take a stand and
You might be a man and shit, make your own and shit
Cause I don't make no moves G wanna make that move
Fuck he and she wanna make that move, I got a that blues
when a nigga pay them dues, and they lookin at my face like Ooo
Mane, you broke and shit, but they ain't gonna me out a rope
and
I'm a and choke and shit
And my folkaz get with that hocus pokus shit,
be the brokest trick...
But, I'm gone be myself, type nigga for sho'
again like I did it befo', up top or below
I'm a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the
Give me a beat and I go, Off a champ on your ass
Drop the mic and vamp on ass, stick a stamp on your ass
Send you off to camp on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen
path.

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