Luyện nghe bài hát Nas - Wanna Be Me

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

Keep it and keep your heat
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)
Before they crowned there is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street it's so pitiful,
First they love me, be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to 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 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 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 come close on my worst day,
But you be me, I'll 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, shit I haft ta to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, consult your album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
the thing I hate the most, cant 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,
I'm the last real nigga alive,
Toast 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 tryin to walk a 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 million-airs shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers race, people this is god's son,
And I've come from the garden of peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
That my plan is not to 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 be a grown man with 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, for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), where my at,
Play me a theme, while you entertain me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, your ass in,
the fuck 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....