Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

Uhh, ooh, baby,
Keep it and keep yo' heat
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 they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, so fuckin' pitiful

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

I can do bad by myself, went from rags to
Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they to they self no more
I'm Hugh Hefner, you lesser

You a wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just 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 be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my 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 wildest
It's childish, should I to resort to violence?
Pay me a a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my

That's the thing I hate the most, even call you a man
When you gotta call out my to get you some fans
No talent, you need
You a pussy a yeast infection

You unlucky, I'm your fuckin'
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 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 close on my day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
Concernin' mic profession, turn your direction

You be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
Why they tryin' to mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line
Eating, alligators and humming bird
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, birds watch

As real millionaire, take place
as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God, son and come
From the God under pure
To the streets

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

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

the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' that you 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 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 close on my day
But u wanna be me, I you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you be me