Luyện nghe bài hát Nas - Wanna Be Me

Uh, ohhhhh, baby, (uh ha ha ha ha)

Keep it thug and keep heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, of all the things that appose me,
I think of kings who died and out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they crowned there is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the that even live with you,
Mad at your riches now she switch miserable, (uh)
she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, bonnie's and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth,
From jagz to bently's to ass bitchs,
Cant keep hands to there self nomore,
I'm hue hefner, you lessar, you just...

be me, you cant, you faggot, you bitch,
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down,
So you be me, you bitch, you phony, you clone me,
You be me son, I'm the one and only, but you,
be me, you suckers, you weak, you flunky's,
You fake, you could'nt come on my worst day,
But you wanna be me, I'll you and learn you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, ya my direction,
You be me

2

No even in wildest fantasy,
Its childish, shit I haft ta to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll your album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
When you gotta call out my to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a pussy a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm your c section,
I'm the last real nigga alive,
Toast l with-o the label, get high,
Rely, how many I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize I made you...

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
While they to take mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
Eating alegators and bird hearts,
At the ball preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people this is son,
And I've come the garden of pure peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
That my plan is not to a man,
But to bring more to and teach,
Every mc for your pens and papers,
1 be creative, what you made of junior,
Cause you'll be a grown man with the mic in ya hand,
And understand to nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last nigga alive, understand that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to that,
Nas the king, my cribs (? ? ), where my benz at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, while you me,
If I ain't cryin, to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would clutch if I get an
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....