Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

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

Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that 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 even live with you
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned
she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too

I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to ass bitches
Can't keep hands to they 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 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 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
this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, not in your fantasy
It's childish, 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 out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need
You a with a yeast infection

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' C-section
Plus I'm the last nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the get high
Realize, how many classics I 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 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 wanna be me, you suckers, you
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' mic profession, turn your direction

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

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

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

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

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

What the fuck was you niggaz
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 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 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, your direction, you can't be me