Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody But Me

MJG: It ain't no changing me, no matter you claim to see
I can only aim to be,
If thangs seem to me, they can't be the same with me
You know lame to be, somethin 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 dead (Go on)
Real dummy with your ass
In the future, ain't nobody listen to you
(Why) Cause you do whatever to the crew
It's easy to - Kiss ass for wealth, Or get cash for yourself
I think go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean
As bad as the shit might seem, I got a team
Nigga, sensing 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 head, fuck what a devil said
I'm stayin me, M-J fuckin G - Put trust in me..

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

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Eight: I see him everyday, shaven and cravin
for the money I be savin, and the moves that I be makin
Breakin rules, not to be one of them broke fools
robbin niggas comin from school, thinkin 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 livin
Surrounded my - livin 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
packaz, nigga, all my homeboys 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
Forever Eightball, Pimp-Caso, writer...

MJG: It's hard to be, something that you didn't to be
these be apart of me, until it's hard to see
till the years it's hard to walk, gettin old
and, it's to talk, I'm on a line of chalk
it thinner than a line of thread, but through all this
still instead, I'm after 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 keep my
and I'll keep my (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the scope
But, if you're lookin at me, close, and your ass will learn
Maybe when you your 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 unless G wanna make that move
Fuck he and she wanna make that move, I got a that blues
when a gotta pay them 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 hocus 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
Give me a beat and I go, Off like a on your ass
Drop the mic and on your ass, stick a stamp on your ass
Send you off to camp on your ass...when I rain, I'll your
path.

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