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 they head is cut off, is laid
in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful

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

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

You just a 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 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 learn you a
Concernin' this mic profession, your 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 your
And you how to stay off my dick

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

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' C-section
Plus I'm the last nigga alive
glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I you

U wanna be me, you you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just 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 be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you come close 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, I'm tryin' to walk a line
Why they to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line
Eating, alligators and humming hearts
At the ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch

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

You'll see that my plan is not to your man
But to more to mankind 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 your
And understand to battle Nas, not in plan
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, where my bricks, where my at?
me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin' to the lions, throw your ass in

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