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

First they love you, could be the bitch that live 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 broke and her too

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

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

You can't be me, not in wildest fantasy
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, even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some
No talent, you direction
You a pussy with a yeast

You unlucky, I'm your C-section
Plus I'm the last real alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get
Realize, how many classics I 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 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 close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your

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

As real millionaire, shit'll take
Evil as hate-race people
This is God, son and come
From the God under peace
To the streets

You'll see that my plan is not to destroy man
But to bring more to mankind and
Every MC, for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative, what you made of

'Cause soon be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand to battle Nas, not in your
I'm the last real alive, understand 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?
Play me a theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin' laughin' to the lions, your ass in

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