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 to me, they can't be the same with me
You know it's 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, his life in a fuckin disguise
the pack, and wind up dead last (Go on)
Real dummy with scared ass
In the future, ain't nobody gonna to you
(Why) Cause you do to please the crew
It's easy to - Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get cash for
I think I'll go with the green, asses I do not clean
As bad as the shit seem, I got a get-right team
Nigga, sensing myself and I, it ever let a day go by
reality checks, fuck my salary check,
that ain't the reason why I want respect, but you finna

I gotta keep a level head, fuck a devil said
I'm stayin me, M-J 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, cause nigga, ain't me
(repeat x 4)

100 ways to die, and I done survived 99
99 lives lost and one of them been mine
Blind with my eyes open, seein is killin me
what is killin me, but wantin more constantly
Runnin from temptation, but I'm much to slow to get
Gang, shootin and bitches fuckin with me everyday
Man if I was lame and see em from a mile away
on their mug, and in their minds, nothin but jealousy
Why I get caught up in that bullshit not concernin me
Yeah, I run with Suave and we gone ride til
Lord if I was lyin, strike me here as I'm speakin this
the strong from the cowardly and the weak at this

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Eight: I see him everyday, point shaven and
for the money that I be savin, and the moves 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, because that boosts up my paranoia
I rap the blues, the blues is what I'm livin nigga
Surrounded my - livin and dyin by the trigga
Word to me, and if that shit don't meet 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 say it if it wasn't necessary
All of this is just a test, tryin to 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, that you didn't start to be
these streets be of me, until it's hard to see
the years when it's hard to walk, gettin old
and, hard to talk, I'm on a line of chalk
it seems thinner than a line of thread, but all this
still instead, I'm real all
Paper, or tall - 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 keep my (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the scope
But, if you're lookin at me, Look close, and your ass learn
Maybe when you have your turn, and a stand and shit
You be a man and shit, make your own plan and shit
Cause I don't make no moves unless G make that move
Fuck he and she wanna that move, I got a face that blues
when a nigga gotta pay dues, and they lookin at my face like Ooo
Mane, you and shit, but they ain't gonna throw me out a rope
and
I'm a drown and choke and
And my folkaz get with that hocus pokus shit,
I'll be the trick...
But, I'm be myself, Pimp 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 like a champ on ass
Drop the mic and vamp on your ass, stick a stamp on ass
Send you off to camp on ass...when I rain, I'll dampen your
path.

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