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

First they love you, could be the bitch that even live you
Mad at your riches, now she switched, miserable
'Cause she wanna like 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 to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't keep hands to they self no more
I'm like Hugh Hefner, you

You just a 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 be me, son, I'm the one and only

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

You be me, not in your wildest fantasy
childish, should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your
And show you how to stay off my

That's the I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some
No talent, you direction
You a with a yeast infection

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' 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 I made you

U be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you wanna 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 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, your direction

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

As real millionaire, take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race
This is God, son and come
From the God under pure
To the streets

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

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

A Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the King, my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you me
If I ain't laughin' 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 just wanna be
So u be me, you bitch, you phony
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 come on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
Concernin' this mic profession, turn direction, you can't be me