Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

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

Now slowly, of all the things that oppose 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 love you, could be the bitch that even live with you
Mad at riches, now she switched, turned miserable
'Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's and her niggaz too

I can do bad by myself, went rags to wealth
From to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
keep they 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 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 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, not in wildest fantasy
It's childish, should I have to resort to
Pay me a a million, I'll consult your album
And you how to stay off my dick

the thing I hate the most, can't 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 get high
Realize, how many I gave you
Perhaps if you think you'll realize that I made you

U be me, you can't 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 couldn't come close on my day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, your direction

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

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

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

'Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in hand
And understand to battle Nas, not in your
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, throw 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 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 be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come on my worst day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me