Luyện nghe bài hát Nas - Wanna Be Me

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

Keep it thug and keep your
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the that appose me,
I think of who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
they crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the that even live with you,
Mad at your riches now she switch 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 rags to wealth,
jagz 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 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 close 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 your fantasy,
Its childish, shit I ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, cant even you a man,
When you gotta 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 many classics I you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize I made you...

3
I'm tryin to walk a line,
While they tryin to mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
alegators and humming bird hearts,
At the ball preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
Evil is hate race, people this 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 bring more to and teach,
Every mc reach for your and papers,
1 be creative, what you made of junior,
Cause soon you'll be a grown man the mic in ya hand,
And understand to nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last real nigga alive, 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, laughin to the lines, throw ass in,
What the were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would if I get an anklin
you commin for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....