Luyện nghe bài hát People Like Myself

People like myself, only hang with self that's 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 like whoa and find me somewhere to go

People 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, people on my right, all in my ear
Make be like whoa and me somewhere else to go

Mag from your TV screen, buzzing off the Jim Beam
But the Mag think y'all know ain't what I seem
I'm a freak from sea peak
See them high school mates, I see 'em and speak

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

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

Pull out my dick, piss on your
Sit on your face, now you kiss ass
Who fiend for fame life belong to fans
And and thugs that wanna end your lifespan

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

Since I got I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my nigga
Like I just figure and my tracks help niggaz
So for remedy I niggaz
Like I 'em in DJ's for that new jigga

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

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

To eyes wide shut to whoever I
I can appreciate a kid man to a, Tom
To a, fast food, I'm drive through
The money I gave dudes I basically fools

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

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

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

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

Hey girl, I don't know you
Timbaland we're your cousin Marion Sue
My momma never mentioned you
My momma 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 finding new kinfolks
on my left, people on my right, all in my ear hole
Make be like whoa and find me else to go

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