Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

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

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

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

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

You just a wanna be me, you you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just 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, your direction

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

That's the thing I hate the most, 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 fuckin'
Plus I'm the last real alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get
Realize, how many I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll that I made you

U 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 be me, son, I'm the one and only

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

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

As real millionaire, take place
Evil as hate-race people
This is God, son and come
From the God under pure
To represent the

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

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

A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand
Nas the King, my bricks, where my band 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 thinkin'?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' that you comin' for the
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 just be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you
You me, u wanna 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 you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn direction, you can't be me