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

be me, you cant, you faggot, you bitch,
You social coward, you clown, you just 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 close on my 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 ta resort to violance,
Pay me a million, I'll consult your album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
Thats the thing I the most, cant even call you a man,
you gotta call out my name 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 many I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll that 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 humming hearts,
At the player preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers race, people this is god's son,
And I've from the garden of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my plan is not to a man,
But to bring to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for 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 to battle nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last real nigga alive, that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, my cribs (? ? ), where 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 were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would if I get an anklin
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....