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 and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before crowned there 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 now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and do,
But single, bonnie's broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
From jagz to 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 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 wildest fantasy,
Its childish, shit I haft ta to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, consult your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
When you gotta call out my name to get ya fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the last real 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,
alegators and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As million-airs shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people this is son,
And I've come from the of pure peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
That my is not to destroy a man,
But to bring to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for your and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, you made of junior,
Cause soon 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 cribs (? ? ), my benz at,
Play me a theme, while you entertain me,
If I cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the were you nigga's 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....