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 and rappers out to dethrone 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 live with you
Mad at riches, now she switched, turned miserable
'Cause she dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's and her niggaz too

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

You just a 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 wanna be me, son, I'm the one and

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 learn you a
Concernin' this mic profession, your direction

You can't be me, not in your wildest
It's childish, I have to resort to violence?
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
When you gotta out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you direction
You a pussy with a infection

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' C-section
Plus I'm the last real alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get
Realize, how many I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize 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 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 couldn't come on my worst day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn direction

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

As real millionaire, shit'll place
Evil as Hitler's people
is God, son and I've come
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
MC, reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative, you made of junior?

'Cause soon be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand to Nas, not in your plan
I'm the real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the sting

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

What the fuck was you 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 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 couldn't come on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me