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 that me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to me
For they crown they head is cut off, is laid
Dead in the street, so fuckin' pitiful

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

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

You just a wanna be me, you you fagot, you bitch
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 come close on my day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction

You be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish, should I have to to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult album
And show you how to off my dick

That's the thing I hate the most, can't call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you fans
No talent, you need
You a pussy with a infection

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' C-section
I'm the last real nigga alive
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 you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just be down
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 come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
Concernin' mic profession, turn your direction

You be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
Why they tryin' to mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line
Eating, alligators and bird hearts
At the player's ball, suits, y'all birds watch

As real millionaire, shit'll place
as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God, son and I've
From the God pure peace
To represent the

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

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

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

What the fuck was you thinkin'?
Guns'll clutch if I get a 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 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 on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you be me