Luyện nghe bài hát Nas - Wanna Be Me

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

Keep it thug and your heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that me,
I of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they crowned head is cut off,
is layin dead in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the that even live with you,
Mad at riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, and christal do,
But christal single, broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth,
From jagz to bently's to ass bitchs,
keep their 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 wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you 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,
is my profession, turnin ya my direction,
You be me

2

No even in your fantasy,
Its childish, shit I ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
Thats the thing I 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 with a infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the last nigga alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how classics I gave you,
Perhaps if you back, you'll relize that I made you...

3
I'm to walk a straight line,
While they tryin to mine,
I'm pass 8 of every state line,
alegators and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, this is god's son,
And I've come from the of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my plan is not to a man,
But to bring more to and teach,
Every mc reach for 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 to battle nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last real nigga alive, that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), my benz at,
me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me,
If I cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the fuck were you thinkin,
Guns clutch if I get an anklin
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....