Luyện nghe bài hát Nas - Wanna Be Me

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

it thug and keep your heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the that appose me,
I think of kings who and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they crowned there is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street it's so pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch even live with you,
Mad at riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and do,
But christal single, broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth,
From jagz to to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant keep 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 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 on my worst day,
But you be me, I'll burn 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 ahalf a million, consult your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, cant 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 your c section,
Plus I'm the real nigga alive,
Toast 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 to walk a straight line,
While they to take mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
Eating alegators and bird hearts,
At the player ball suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
is hitlers hate race, people this is god's son,
And come from the garden of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
my plan is not to destroy a man,
But to bring to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for your 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 cribs (? ? ), where my at,
me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, throw ass in,
What the were 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....