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, thinkin of all the things that me,
I think of kings who 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 love me, could be the bitch that even with you,
Mad at your riches now she turn miserable, (uh)
she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, bonnie's broke and a too,
I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth,
From to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant keep their hands to 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 close on my day,
But you wanna be me, burn you and learn you a lesson,
is my profession, turnin ya my direction,
You be me

2

No in your wildest fantasy,
Its childish, I haft ta resort to violance,
Pay me a million, I'll consult your album,
And show you how to 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 last nigga alive,
glass l with-o the label, get high,
Rely, how classics I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll that I made you...

3
I'm tryin to walk a line,
While tryin to take mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of state line,
Eating alegators and bird hearts,
At the player preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas take (? ? ),
is hitlers hate race, people this is god's son,
And I've come from the of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my plan is not to a man,
But to more to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for your 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 proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), where my at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, you entertain me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, throw ass in,
the fuck 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....