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 of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they crowned there is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch that even with you,
Mad at riches now she switch 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, from rags to wealth,
jagz 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 coward, you clown, you just wanna 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, I'll you and learn you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, 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 the most, cant even call you a man,
When you gotta out my name to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a pussy with a infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the last nigga alive,
glass 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 a straight line,
they tryin to take mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every line,
Eating and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, this is god's son,
And I've come from the of pure peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
That my plan is not to a man,
But to bring to mankind and teach,
Every mc for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, you made of junior,
Cause you'll be a grown man with the mic in ya hand,
And to battle nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the real nigga alive, understand that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to that,
Nas the king, my cribs (? ? ), where my benz at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, while you me,
If I cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the fuck were you thinkin,
would clutch if I get an anklin
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....