Luyện nghe bài hát People Like Myself

People like myself, only hang with 'cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new
People on my left, people on my right, all in my ear
Make be whoa and find me somewhere else to go

like myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new
People on my left, on my right, all in my ear hole
be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

It's Mag from your TV screen, off the Jim Beam
But the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't I seem
I'm a low-down freak sea peak
See high school mates, I see 'em and don't speak

All y'all wanna talk we used to hang
'Cause I'm doing my thang, now you wanna bask in my
That's why I stay out the club, be in the
Smoking a dub, my cash, over the phone

And I'm cell phones, all with chips
My nine to bloods, my to crips, who want war?
You and your boys can the noise
But bring hand grenades, now you're laid

Pull out my dick, piss on bitch-ass
Sit on your face, now you gotta ass
Who fiend for fame life belong to your
And haters and thugs that wanna end your

People myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without some new kinfolks
People on my left, people on my right, all in my ear
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere to go

Since I got bigger I'm over and y'all recite Tim's my nigga
Like I just figure and my tracks didn't help
So for remedy I pound
Like I 'em in DJ's for that new jigga

Like forty-two girbauds
I every demo, like Timbaland, he's that next nigga
by people that she can blow
Convinced booker T the next to go

Now I'm checking every joint and every I sold
Once I'm in the dough, I'm deep with a crew
In the 80's screamed like the movie is through
screaming this is 'Nutty Professor Part 2'

To eyes shut to whoever I choose
I can a kid man to a, Tom Cruise
To a, fast food, I'm strictly through
The money I dudes I basically raised fools

People like myself, only hang with self 'cause the way to go
I can't go without finding some new kinfolks
on my left, people on my right, all in my ear hole
Make be whoa and find me somewhere else to go

the phone spit it, God know what I'm thinking
I'm and smoking and stressing, go to church for confession
on my knees, begging to God, show me the path
My label is jerking me working me so the can lurk in me

Sick of bitching, wishing I'd fail
'em Mag be the rap Eeffin Kenan and Kel
I'm spitting the version of curses over the churches
Rapping more iller than Manila and give you salmonella

Stop, the
Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford hairdo
I don't want your sex, here take your food
Tim you're dead wrong, Tim you're dead

Hey girl, I even know you
Timbaland we're your first Marion Sue
My momma never ever you
My also told me to watch them savage boos, what?

People like myself, only hang with 'cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without some new kinfolks
People on my left, people on my right, all in my ear
Make be like and find me somewhere else to go

People like myself, only hang with self 'cause the way to go
I can't go outside finding some new kinfolks
People on my left, on my right, all in my ear hole
Make be whoa and find me somewhere else to go