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 of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown head is cut off, bodies is laid
in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful

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

I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth
From to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't they hands to they self 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 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 come close on my day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your

You can't be me, not in your fantasy
It's childish, should I have to resort to
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult 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 pussy a yeast infection

You unlucky, I'm your C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga
Toast glass, Ill Will, the get high
Realize, how many classics I you
Perhaps if you back you'll realize that I made you

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 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 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 player's ball, Brianni suits, birds watch

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

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

'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 nigga alive, understand
And you my offspring, the sting

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

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