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 died and rappers out to me, (uh)
they crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the it's so fuckin pitiful,
they love me, could be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at your now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But single, bonnie's broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth,
From jagz to bently's to 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 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 come close on my worst 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 even in wildest fantasy,
Its childish, I haft 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 call out my name to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you direction, your a pussy with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the last real alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how many classics I you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize I made you...

3
I'm to walk a straight line,
While they tryin to mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every line,
alegators and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As million-airs shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, 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 more to mankind and teach,
Every mc for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, you made of junior,
soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in ya hand,
And understand to 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, for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), my benz at,
me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain 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
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....