Luyện nghe bài hát Way I Am, The

Dre, let it run
turn the beat up a little bit
Aiyyo, song is for anyone, fuck it
Just up and listen, aiyyo

I sit back this pack of zig zags and this bag
Of this weed it me the shit needed to be
The meanest MC on this, on this earth
And birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre that works
And it sells and it helps in to relieve
All this tension dispensin' these
Gettin this stress that's been me recently off of this chest
And I rest again
But at least the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you see me out
In the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my
To not and speak to me

I know you and no
I owe you a motherfuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a
If you tempt me my is on empty
No patience is in me and if you me
I'm liftin' you 10 in the air
I don't care who is there and who saw me jaw you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a
I'll in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm of all you
I don't mean to be mean but all I can be is just me

And I am, you say I am
If I wasn't, why would I say I am?
In the paper, the everyday I am
Radio even play my jam

I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why I say I am?
In the paper, the news I am
I don't know just the way I am

I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense constant
And, "Oh, it's his content
The song 'Guilty Conscience' has such rotten responses"
And all of this circles me
And it seems like the immediately points a finger at me
So I one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the or the thumb, it's the one you put up
When you don't a fuck, when you won't just put up
With the bullshit they pull, they full of shit too

When a dude's bullied and shoots up his school
And they it on Marilyn and the heroin
were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an class city
this happenin'
Then attack 'coz I rap this way
But I'm 'coz they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
To burn and it's and I have returned

And I am, you say I am
If I wasn't, then why I say I am?
In the paper, the news I am
Radio won't play my jam

I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why I say I am?
In the paper, the everyday I am
I don't it's just the way I am

I'm so and tired of bein admired
That I wish I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label and stop the fables
I'm not gonna be to top on "My Name is"
And pigeon-holed into some sensation
To cop me rotation at 'n' roll stations
And I just do not got the
To deal these cocky caucasians who think
I'm some wigger who tries to be black 'coz I talk
an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin'
The same fuckin'

What did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who when, the where, and the how
'Til I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm it out
they drivin' me crazy, I can't take it
I'm racin', I'm pacin', I and I sit
And I'm for every fan that I get
But I can't a shit, in the bathroom
Without someone by it
No I won't sign autograph
You can me an asshole, I'm glad

'Coz I am, you say I am
If I wasn't, then why I say I am?
In the paper, the everyday I am
Radio won't even my jam

I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why I say I am?
In the paper, the news I am
I don't know just the way I am