Luyện nghe bài hát Nas - Wanna Be Me

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

Keep it and keep your 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)
they crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch that live with you,
Mad at riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she to dress like 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,
From to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant keep their 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 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 come 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, shit I haft ta to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, consult your album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
When you call out my name to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
I'm the last real nigga alive,
Toast l with-o the label, get high,
Rely, how classics I gave you,
Perhaps if you back, you'll relize that I made you...

3
I'm tryin to walk a line,
While they to take mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every line,
Eating alegators and bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As real shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people is god's son,
And I've from the garden of pure peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
That my is not to destroy a man,
But to more to mankind and teach,
Every mc for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, what you of junior,
soon 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 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,
What the were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns clutch if I get an anklin
you commin for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....