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 thangs seem strange to me, can't be the same with me
You know it's to be, somethin that you know is a lie
Hoes want a to try to be somethin that he ain't,
before your eyes, livin his life in a fuckin disguise
Follow the pack, and up dead last (Go on)
Real with your scared ass
In the future, nobody gonna listen to you
(Why) Cause you do to please the crew
easy to - Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get cash for yourself
I think I'll go the green, Cause asses I do not clean
As bad as the shit might seem, I got a team
Nigga, sensing myself and I, it 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 stayin me, M-J G - Put your 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 could've been
Blind with my eyes open, what is killin me
what is killin me, but wantin more constantly
Runnin from temptation, but I'm much to slow to get
Gang, shootin niggas and bitches fuckin 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 Suave and we gone til infinity
Lord if I was lyin, strike me right as I'm speakin this
the strong from the cowardly and the weak at this

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I see him everyday, point shaven and cravin
for the money that I be savin, and the moves I be makin
Breakin rules, tryin not to be one of broke fools
robbin niggas comin from school, thinkin that that shit is
out, whether 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 animals - livin and by the trigga
Word to me, and if that don't meet your expectations
Fuck you critics, I do for the underground nation
Slab ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and
Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys ain't
And, I say it if it wasn't necessary
All of is just a test, tryin to prepare me
My future's lookin dark, and I don't it's gettin brighter
Eightball, Pimp-Caso, Poetry writer...

MJG: It's hard to be, something that you start to be
these streets be of me, until it's hard to see
till the years it's hard to walk, gettin old
and, it's hard to talk, I'm on a line of
it seems thinner than a line of thread, but through all
still instead, I'm real all
Paper, short or tall - Wife, be big and
and still down to earth, still be on the scene
Life a tv screen, but I keep my strength
and I'll keep my hope (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the
But, if you're lookin at me, close, and your ass will learn
Maybe when you have your turn, and take a stand and
You be a man and shit, make your own plan and shit
Cause I make no moves 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 and shit, but they ain't gonna throw me out a rope
and
I'm a drown and and shit
And my folkaz get with that hocus pokus shit,
I'll be the 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 or the snow
Give me a beat and I go, Off like a champ on 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, dampen your
path.

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