Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

Uh, ohhhhh, baby, (uh ha ha ha ha)

Keep it and keep your heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the that appose me,
I think of who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
they crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is dead in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
First love me, could be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at your now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and do,
But christal single, broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
From to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant keep their hands to there nomore,
I'm hue hefner, you lessar, you just...

be me, you cant, you faggot, you bitch,
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down,
So you be me, you bitch, you phony, you clone me,
You be me son, I'm the one and only, but you,
be me, you suckers, you weak, you flunky's,
You fake, you could'nt come on my worst day,
But you wanna be me, I'll you and learn you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, ya my direction,
You be me

2

No even in your fantasy,
Its childish, I haft ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll consult album,
And show you how to off my dick,
the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
When you call out my name to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you need direction, a pussy with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the real nigga alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how classics I gave you,
if you think back, you'll relize that I made you...

3
I'm to walk a straight line,
While they tryin to mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every line,
Eating alegators and bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas take (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people is god's son,
And I've come from the garden of peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
my plan is not to destroy a man,
But to bring more to and teach,
Every mc reach for pens and papers,
1 be creative, what you made of junior,
Cause soon be a grown man with the mic in ya hand,
And to battle nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last real alive, understand that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, posche things, for you to understand that,
Nas the king, my cribs (? ? ), where my benz at,
Play me a theme, while you entertain me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, your ass in,
What the fuck you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would clutch if I get an
you commin for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....