Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody But Me

MJG: It ain't no me, no matter what you claim to see
I can aim to be, M-J-G
If thangs seem strange to me, they can't be the with me
You know lame to be, somethin that you know is a lie
Hoes a nigga to try to be somethin that he ain't,
right before eyes, livin his life in a fuckin disguise
Follow the pack, and wind up dead (Go on)
Real with your scared ass
In the future, nobody gonna listen to you
(Why) Cause you do whatever to please the
It's easy to - Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get cash for
I think go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean
As bad as the shit might seem, I got a get-right
Nigga, myself and I, it ain't ever let a day go by
Without reality checks, fuck my check,
ain't the reason why I want respect, but you ain't finna

I gotta keep a level head, fuck a devil said
I'm stayin me, M-J G - Put your trust in me..

Chorus: I can't be nobody but me, and all I can be
I can't be who you me to be, cause nigga, that ain't me
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Eight: 100 ways to die, and I done 99
99 lives lost and one of them could've mine
Blind with my eyes open, what is killin me
what is killin me, but wantin more constantly
Runnin temptation, but I'm much to slow to get away
Gang, shootin and bitches fuckin with me everyday
Man if I was lame and see em from a mile away
Smile on their mug, and in their minds, but jealousy
Why should I get caught up in that not concernin me
Yeah, I run with Suave and we ride til infinity
Lord if I was lyin, strike me right here as I'm this
Separate the strong from the and the weak at this

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Eight: I see him everyday, point and cravin
for the money I be savin, and the moves that I be makin
Breakin rules, tryin not to be one of them broke
robbin niggas from school, thinkin that that shit is cool
Served out, sober, playboy, I got heataz for ya
Quick to shoot, because that indo boosts up my
I rap the blues, the blues is what I'm livin nigga
Surrounded my animals - livin and dyin by the
Word to me, and if that don't meet your expectations
Fuck you critics, I do this for the underground
Slab ridaz, nigga, drug and jackaz
Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys ain't
And, I wouldn't say it if it wasn't
All of this is a test, tryin to prepare me
My future's lookin dark, and I don't think gettin brighter
Eightball, Pimp-Caso, Poetry writer...

MJG: It's to be, something that you didn't start to be
these streets be apart of me, until hard to see
the years when it's hard to walk, gettin old
and, it's to talk, I'm on a line of chalk
it seems than a line of thread, but through all this
still instead, I'm real all
Paper, or tall - Wife, be big and small
and down to earth, I'll still be on the scene
Life like a tv screen, but I keep my
and I'll keep my hope (Why?) Cause I know they got me the scope
But, if lookin at me, Look close, and your ass will learn
Maybe you have your turn, and take a stand and shit
You might be a man and shit, make your own and shit
Cause I don't no moves unless G wanna make that move
Fuck he and she wanna make that move, I got a face that
when a nigga gotta pay them dues, and they lookin at my face Ooo
Mane, you broke and shit, but they ain't gonna throw me out a
and
I'm a and choke and shit
And my folkaz get clowdy with that pokus shit,
be the brokest trick...
But, I'm gone be myself, Pimp nigga for sho'
Once again like I did it befo', up top or
I'm a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the or the snow
Give me a and I go, Off like a champ on your 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, I'll your
path.

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