Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody But Me

MJG: It ain't no changing me, no matter what you to see
I can only aim to be,
If thangs seem to me, they can't be the same with me
You know it's lame to be, somethin that you is a lie
Hoes a nigga to try to be somethin that he ain't,
right before your eyes, livin his life in a disguise
Follow the pack, and up dead last (Go on)
Real dummy your scared ass
In the future, nobody gonna listen to you
(Why) Cause you do whatever to please the
It's to - Kiss 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 shit might seem, I got a get-right
Nigga, myself and I, it ain't ever let a day go by
reality checks, fuck my salary check,
that ain't the why I want respect, but you ain't finna

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

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

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

MJG: It's hard to be, something you didn't start to be
these streets be apart of me, until hard to see
till the years it's hard to walk, gettin old
and, it's hard to talk, I'm on a of chalk
it seems thinner than a line of thread, but through all
still instead, I'm after all
Paper, or tall - Wife, be big and small
and still down to earth, still be on the scene
Life like a tv screen, but I my strength
and I'll keep my hope (Why?) Cause I know got me under the scope
But, if you're lookin at me, close, and your ass will learn
when you have your turn, and take a stand and shit
You be a man and shit, make your own plan and shit
I don't make no moves unless G wanna make that move
Fuck he and she wanna make that move, I got a 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 drown and choke and
And my folkaz get clowdy with that pokus shit,
be the brokest trick...
But, I'm gone be myself, Pimp type nigga for
Once again I did it befo', up top or below
I'm a my feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the snow
me a beat and I go, Off like a champ on your ass
Drop the mic and vamp on your ass, stick a stamp on ass
you off to camp on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen your
path.

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