Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

Uhh, ooh, baby,
it thug and keep 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 they you, could be the bitch that even live with you
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned
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, from rags to wealth
Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to they no more
I'm like Hugh Hefner, you

You just a 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 wanna be me, you suckers, you
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
Concernin' mic profession, turn your direction

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

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

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' C-section
I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back realize that I made you

U wanna be me, you you fagot, you bitch
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 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
this 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 state line
Eating, alligators and humming hearts
At the player's ball, suits, y'all birds watch

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

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

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

A bulletproof things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the King, my bricks, where 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' 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 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 wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you be me