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 that oppose me
I think of who died and rappers out to dethrone 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 that even live with you
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned
she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her too

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

You a wanna 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 couldn't come close on my day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your

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

the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you direction
You a pussy a yeast infection

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' C-section
Plus I'm the last real 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 wanna be me, you you fagot, you bitch
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 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
Concernin' mic profession, turn your direction

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

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

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

'Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your
And understand to battle Nas, not in your
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, my bricks, where my band at?
me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I cryin' laughin' to the lions, throw your ass in

What the fuck was you 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 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 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 wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn direction, you can't be me