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 think of kings who died and rappers out to me, (uh)
Before they crowned head is cut off,
Bodies is dead in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch even live with you,
Mad at your riches now she switch miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and do,
But christal single, bonnie's broke and a too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
jagz to bently's to plenty 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 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 close on my day,
But you be me, I'll burn you and learn you a lesson,
is my profession, turnin ya my direction,
You be me

2

No even in wildest fantasy,
Its childish, I haft ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll consult album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, cant even you a man,
When you gotta call out my name to get ya fans,
No tallent, you direction, your a pussy with a yeast 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 classics I you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize I made you...

3
I'm to walk a straight line,
While tryin to take mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
Eating alegators and humming hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers race, people this is god's son,
And I've come 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,
Every mc for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, what you 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 real alive, understand that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my (? ? ), where my benz at,
me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, your ass in,
the fuck 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....