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 there 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 your now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But single, bonnie's broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
jagz to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant keep their hands to there 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 close on my worst day,
But you wanna be me, burn you and learn you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, ya my direction,
You be me

2

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

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
they tryin to take mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every line,
Eating and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, shupers (? ? ),
As real shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hate race, people this is god's son,
And come from the garden of pure peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
my plan is not to destroy a man,
But to bring more to and teach,
mc reach for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, you made of junior,
Cause soon you'll be a grown man 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 proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), my benz at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, you entertain me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, your ass in,
What the fuck you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would clutch if I get an
you commin for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....