Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody But Me

MJG: It ain't no changing me, no matter you claim to see
I can aim to be, M-J-G
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
Hoes want a nigga to try to be that he ain't,
right before eyes, livin his life in a fuckin disguise
Follow the pack, and up dead last (Go on)
Real dummy with scared ass
In the future, nobody gonna listen to you
(Why) you do whatever to please the crew
easy to - Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get cash for yourself
I think go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean
As bad as the might seem, I got a get-right team
Nigga, sensing myself and I, it ever let a day go by
Without reality checks, my salary check,
that the reason why I want respect, but you ain't finna

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

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

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Eight: I see him everyday, point and cravin
for the money that I be savin, and the that I be makin
Breakin rules, not to be one of them broke 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 up my paranoia
I rap the blues, cause the blues is I'm livin nigga
my animals - livin and dyin by the trigga
Word to me, and if that shit don't meet your
Fuck you critics, I do this for the nation
Slab ridaz, nigga, traffickaz and jackaz
Heat packaz, nigga, all my ain't rappaz
And, I say it if it wasn't necessary
All of this is just a test, to prepare me
My future's lookin dark, and I don't think it's brighter
Eightball, Pimp-Caso, Poetry writer...

MJG: hard to be, something that you didn't start to be
these streets be apart of me, until it's to see
till the years when it's hard to walk, old
and, it's hard to talk, I'm on a of chalk
it seems thinner than a of thread, but through all this
instead, I'm real after all
Paper, short or - Wife, be big and small
and still down to earth, I'll be on the scene
Life like a tv screen, but I my strength
and I'll my hope (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 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 moves unless G wanna make that
Fuck he and she wanna make that move, I got a face that
when a nigga gotta pay dues, and they lookin at my face like Ooo
Mane, you broke and shit, but they ain't throw me out a rope
and
I'm a and choke and shit
And my folkaz get clowdy with that pokus shit,
be the brokest trick...
But, I'm gone be myself, Pimp nigga for sho'
Once like I did it befo', up top or below
I'm a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the 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 on your ass
Send you off to camp on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen
path.

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