Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

Uhh, ooh, baby,
Keep it thug and yo' heat
Na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things oppose me
I think of kings who died and out to dethrone me
For they they head is cut off, bodies is laid
in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful

First they love you, could be the bitch even live with you
Mad at riches, now she switched, turned miserable
'Cause she wanna like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her too

I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass
Can't keep they hands to they self no
I'm like Hugh Hefner, you

You just a wanna be me, you you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you wanna be down
So u be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and

But u be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't close on my worst day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your

You can't be me, not in your wildest
It's childish, should I have to resort to
Pay me a half a million, I'll your album
And show you how to off my dick

That's the thing I the most, can't even call you a man
When you call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need
You a pussy with a yeast

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' C-section
Plus I'm the real nigga alive
glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize I made you

U wanna be me, you you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you
You clone me, u be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, I'm tryin' to walk a line
Why they to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line
Eating, and humming bird hearts
At the player's ball, suits, y'all birds watch

As millionaire, shit'll take place
as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God, son and come
From the God under pure
To represent the

You'll see that my plan is not to your man
But to bring more to mankind and
MC, reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative, you made of junior?

soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And to battle Nas, not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand
And you my offspring, the boss

A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to that
Nas the King, where my bricks, where my at?
Play me a gangster's theme, you entertain me
If I ain't cryin' to the lions, throw your ass in

What the fuck was you niggaz
Guns'll if I get a inklin' that you comin' for the kingpin
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha
me out, try, try, try

But u be me, you can't, you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you wanna be down
So u be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, u be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I you and learn you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me