Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody But Me

MJG: It ain't no changing me, no matter what you to see
I can aim to be, M-J-G
If thangs seem strange to me, they can't be the with me
You know it's lame to be, somethin you know is a lie
want a nigga to try to be somethin that he ain't,
right before eyes, livin his life in a fuckin disguise
Follow the pack, and wind up last (Go on)
Real with 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 cash for
I I'll go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean
As bad as the shit might seem, I got a team
Nigga, myself and I, it ain't ever let a day go by
reality checks, fuck my salary check,
that the reason why I want respect, but you ain't finna

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

Chorus: I can't be nobody but me, and 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 and one of them could've been mine
Blind with my eyes open, seein is killin me
Feelin what is killin me, but wantin more
Runnin from temptation, but I'm much to to get away
Gang, shootin and bitches fuckin with me everyday
Man if I was lame and couldn't see em from a mile
Smile on their mug, and in their minds, but jealousy
Why should I get caught up in that bullshit not me
Yeah, I run with and we gone ride til infinity
Lord if I was lyin, me right here as I'm speakin this
Separate the strong from the cowardly and the 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 comin 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, the blues is what I'm livin nigga
my animals - livin and dyin by the trigga
Word to me, and if shit don't meet your expectations
Fuck you critics, I do this for the nation
Slab ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and
Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys rappaz
And, I wouldn't say it if it necessary
All of this is a test, tryin to prepare me
My future's lookin dark, and I don't think it's gettin
Eightball, Pimp-Caso, Poetry writer...

MJG: It's hard to be, something that you didn't to be
these streets be of me, until it's hard to see
till the years when it's to walk, gettin old
and, it's hard to talk, I'm on a line of
it seems thinner than a of thread, but through all this
instead, I'm real 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 lookin at me, Look close, and your ass will learn
Maybe when you have your turn, and a stand and shit
You might be a man and shit, make own plan and shit
Cause I don't make no moves unless G wanna that move
Fuck he and she make that move, I got a face that blues
when a nigga gotta pay them dues, and they lookin at my like Ooo
Mane, you broke and shit, but they ain't gonna throw me out a
and
I'm a and choke and shit
And my folkaz get clowdy with hocus pokus shit,
be the brokest 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 feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the
Give me a and I go, Off like a champ on your ass
Drop the mic and vamp on your ass, a stamp on your ass
Send you off to camp on ass...when I rain, I'll dampen your
path.

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