Luyện nghe bài hát People Like Myself

People like myself, only with self 'cause 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 me somewhere else to go

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

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

All y'all wanna talk like we to hang
'Cause I'm my thang, now you wanna bask in my fame
That's why I out the club, be in the crib
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 bring the
But I'ma bring hand grenades, now laid

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

People myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go
I go outside without finding 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

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

Like them girbauds
I pocket every demo, Timbaland, he's that next nigga
Confirmed by that she can blow
Convinced booker T the next to go

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

To eyes wide shut to I choose
I can appreciate a kid man to a, Tom
To a, fast food, I'm strictly drive
The money I gave dudes I basically raised

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

Even the spit it, God know what I'm thinking
I'm drinking and 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 niggaz bitching, I'd fail
'em Mag be the rap Eeffin Kenan and Kel
I'm spitting the version of verses curses the churches
Rapping iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella

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

Hey girl, I don't even you
Timbaland we're first cousin Marion Sue
My momma ever mentioned you
My momma also told me to watch savage boos, what?

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

People like myself, only hang with self that's the way to go
I go outside without 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