Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

Uhh, ooh, baby,
Keep it thug and 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, so fuckin' 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, broke and her niggaz too

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

You just a 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 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 come close on my worst day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' mic profession, turn your direction

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

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

You unlucky, I'm your C-section
Plus I'm the last real alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the get high
Realize, how classics I gave you
if you think back you'll realize that I made you

U 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 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
this mic profession, turn your direction

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

As real millionaire, shit'll place
Evil as hate-race people
This is God, son and come
From the God under pure
To represent the

You'll see that my is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to and teach
Every MC, reach for pens and papers
one be creative, what 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, understand
And you my offspring, the sting

A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand
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

the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' that you comin' for the
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 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 you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn direction, you can't be me