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 died and rappers out to me
For they crown they head is cut off, is laid
in the street, it's 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 dress like Bonnie, Robin and do
But Crystal's single, broke 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 self no more
I'm like Hefner, you lesser

You just a 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 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
Concernin' this mic profession, turn direction

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

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 need
You a pussy with a yeast

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 wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you
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 wanna be me, you suckers, you
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 direction

You be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state
Eating, alligators and humming hearts
At the ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch

As real millionaire, shit'll place
Evil as hate-race people
is God, son and I've come
From the God under pure
To the streets

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

'Cause you'll be a grown man with 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 sting

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

What the fuck was you niggaz
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' 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 be down
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 couldn't come close on my day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you be me