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 crown they is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, so fuckin' pitiful

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

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

You just a 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 be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you come close on my worst day
But u be me, I burn you and learn 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 a million, I'll consult your album
And you how to stay off my dick

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

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' C-section
I'm the last real nigga 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 wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you
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 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, I'm tryin' to walk a line
Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm 8 Miles of every state line
Eating, and humming bird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds

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

see that my plan is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to and teach
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 battle Nas, not in your
I'm the last nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss

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

the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'?
Guns'll 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 be me, you can't, you fagot, you bitch
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 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 you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me