Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody But Me

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

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

Chorus: I can't be but me, and that's all I can be
I can't be who you want me to be, cause nigga, 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 been
with my eyes open, seein what is killin me
Feelin what is killin me, but more constantly
Runnin from temptation, but I'm much to to get away
Gang, shootin niggas and fuckin with me everyday
Man if I was lame and see em from a mile away
Smile on their mug, and in their minds, nothin but
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 shaven and
for the money I be savin, and the moves that I be makin
Breakin rules, tryin not to be one of broke fools
niggas comin from school, thinkin that that shit is cool
Served out, whether sober, playboy, I got for ya
Quick to shoot, because that indo boosts up my
I rap the blues, cause the blues is what I'm nigga
Surrounded my animals - livin and dyin by the
Word to me, and if shit don't meet your expectations
Fuck you critics, I do this for the nation
Slab ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and
packaz, nigga, all my homeboys ain't rappaz
And, I wouldn't say it if it wasn't
All of this is just a test, tryin to me
My future's dark, and I don't think it's gettin brighter
Forever Eightball, Pimp-Caso, writer...

MJG: hard to be, something that you didn't start to be
these streets be of me, until it's hard to see
till the years when hard to walk, gettin old
and, hard 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
like a tv screen, but I keep my strength
and I'll keep my hope (Why?) Cause I know they got me the scope
But, if you're lookin at me, Look close, and your ass will
Maybe when you have your turn, and a stand and shit
You might be a man and shit, your own plan and shit
I don't make no moves unless G wanna make that move
Fuck he and she wanna that move, I got a face that blues
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 hocus pokus shit,
I'll be the trick...
But, I'm gone be myself, Pimp type nigga for
Once like I did it befo', up top or below
I'm a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the
Give me a beat and I go, Off a champ on your ass
Drop the mic and on your ass, stick a stamp on your ass
Send you off to on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen your
path.

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