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

First love you, could be the bitch that even live with you
Mad at your riches, now she switched, miserable
'Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and 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 ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to they self no
I'm like Hefner, you lesser

You just a wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you
You coward, you clown, you just 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 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' mic profession, turn your direction

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

That's the thing I hate the most, even call you a man
When you gotta call out my to get you some fans
No talent, you direction
You a pussy a yeast infection

You unlucky, I'm your fuckin'
Plus I'm the last nigga alive
glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I you
Perhaps if you back you'll realize that I made you

U wanna be me, you 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 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
this mic profession, turn your direction

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

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

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

'Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in hand
And understand to Nas, not in your 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 theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin' to the lions, throw your 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 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 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 close on my day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me