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

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

I can do bad by myself, went from rags to
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass
keep they hands to they self no more
I'm Hugh Hefner, you lesser

You just a be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you wanna 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 be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my day
But u wanna be me, I you and learn 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 album
And show you how to stay off my

That's the thing I hate the most, even call 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 nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll that I made you

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 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 you and learn you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction

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

As real millionaire, take place
Evil as hate-race people
This is God, son and come
From the God pure peace
To represent the

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

'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 sting

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

the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'?
Guns'll 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 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 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 come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me