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 strange to me, they be the same with me
You know it's lame to be, somethin you know is a lie
Hoes want a nigga to try to be somethin he ain't,
before your 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, ain't gonna listen to you
(Why) Cause you do whatever to the crew
It's easy to - Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get for yourself
I think I'll go with the green, Cause I do not clean
As bad as the shit might seem, I got a get-right
Nigga, sensing myself and I, it ain't let a day go by
reality checks, fuck my salary check,
that ain't the reason why I want respect, but you 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 be nobody but me, and that's 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 lost and one of them could've been
Blind my eyes open, seein what is killin me
Feelin what is killin me, but wantin constantly
Runnin temptation, but I'm much to slow to get away
Gang, niggas and bitches fuckin with me everyday
Man if I was and couldn't see em from a mile away
Smile on their mug, and in minds, nothin but jealousy
Why should I get up in that bullshit not concernin me
Yeah, I run with Suave and we gone til infinity
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 shaven and
for the money I be savin, and the moves that I be makin
rules, tryin not to be one of them broke fools
robbin comin from school, thinkin that that shit is cool
Served out, sober, playboy, I got heataz for ya
Quick to shoot, that indo boosts up my paranoia
I rap the blues, cause the is what I'm livin nigga
my animals - livin and dyin by the trigga
Word to me, and if that shit meet your expectations
Fuck you critics, I do this for the underground
ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and jackaz
Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys ain't
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 brighter
Forever Eightball, Pimp-Caso, writer...

MJG: It's hard to be, that you didn't start to be
these be apart of me, until it's hard to see
till the years when it's to walk, gettin old
and, it's to talk, I'm on a line of chalk
it seems than a line of thread, but through all this
still instead, I'm real all
Paper, short or tall - Wife, be big and
and still to earth, I'll still be on the scene
Life like a tv screen, but I my strength
and I'll keep my hope (Why?) Cause I they got me under the scope
But, if you're lookin at me, Look close, and ass will learn
Maybe when you have turn, and take a stand and shit
You might be a man and shit, make your own plan and
Cause I don't make no moves unless G wanna make that
Fuck he and she wanna make move, I got a face that blues
a nigga 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 and choke and shit
And my folkaz get clowdy that hocus 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
Give me a beat and I go, Off a champ on your ass
Drop the mic and vamp on your ass, a stamp on your ass
you off to camp on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen your
path.

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