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 who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they me, could be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at your now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, 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 hands to there 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 close on my worst day,
But you wanna be me, I'll burn you and you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, 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, even call 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 your c section,
Plus I'm the real nigga alive,
glass l with-o the label, get high,
Rely, how many I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, relize that I made you...

3
I'm to walk a straight line,
they tryin to take mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
Eating and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas take (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people this is son,
And come from the garden of pure peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
That my is not to destroy a man,
But to bring to mankind and teach,
mc reach for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, what you 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 alive, understand that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), my benz at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, while you me,
If I ain't cryin, to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the fuck 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....