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, bodies is
Dead in the street, 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 dress like Bonnie, and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her too

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

You a wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be
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 burn you and you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn direction

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

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

You unlucky, I'm your fuckin'
Plus I'm the last real nigga
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize I made you

U 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 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 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 mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line
Eating, alligators and bird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds

As real millionaire, take place
Evil as hate-race people
is God, son and I've come
From the God under pure
To represent the

see that my plan is not to destroy your man
But to more to mankind and teach
Every MC, for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative, 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, that
And you my offspring, the boss

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

What the was you niggaz thinkin'?
clutch if I get a inklin' that 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 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 wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
this mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me