Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

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

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

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

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

You a wanna be me, you can't 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 come close on my worst day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
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 your album
And you how to stay 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 a yeast infection

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' C-section
Plus I'm the real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the get high
Realize, how many classics I 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 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 you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn 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, and humming bird hearts
At the player's ball, suits, y'all birds watch

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

You'll see that my is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to and teach
Every MC, reach for your 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 nigga alive, that
And you my offspring, the boss

A bulletproof things, hard 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, your ass in

the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'?
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 come close on my worst day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn direction, you can't be me