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 that oppose me
I think of kings who died and out to dethrone me
For they they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, so fuckin' pitiful

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

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

You a wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you
You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you
You flunkies, you fake, you come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
Concernin' mic profession, turn your direction

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

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

You unlucky, I'm your C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga
Toast glass, Ill Will, the get high
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I you

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

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you
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 tryin' to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line
Eating, alligators and humming hearts
At the player's ball, suits, y'all birds watch

As real millionaire, shit'll take
Evil as hate-race people
This is God, son and I've
From the God under peace
To represent the

You'll see that my plan is not to your man
But to bring more to and teach
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 understand to battle Nas, not in your
I'm the last nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss

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

What the fuck was you niggaz
clutch 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 wanna be me, you can't, you fagot, you
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be
So u be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you
You flunkies, you fake, you come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you be me