Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

Uhh, ooh, baby,
Keep it thug and keep yo'
Na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, thinkin' of all the that oppose me
I of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin'

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

I can do bad by myself, went rags to wealth
Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't keep 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 wanna be me, you suckers, you
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't close on my worst day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction

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 your album
And show you how to stay off my

That's the thing I hate the most, can't 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 C-section
Plus I'm the last nigga alive
glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you back you'll realize that I made you

U wanna be me, you you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you
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 on my worst day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction

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

As millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race
This is God, son and I've
the God under pure peace
To the streets

You'll see that my plan is not to your man
But to bring more to 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 battle Nas, not in your
I'm the last 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?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you me
If I ain't cryin' 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 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 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, turn direction, you can't be me