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)
Before they crowned head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at your riches now she turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and do,
But christal single, bonnie's and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
From to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
keep their hands to there self nomore,
I'm hue hefner, you lessar, you just...

be me, you cant, you faggot, you bitch,
You social coward, you clown, you just 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, burn you and learn you a lesson,
is my profession, turnin ya my direction,
You be me

2

No even in your fantasy,
Its childish, shit I ta resort to violance,
Pay me a million, I'll consult your album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
Thats the thing I the most, cant even call you a man,
When you gotta call out my name to get ya fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a pussy a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm your c section,
Plus I'm the last nigga alive,
Toast l with-o the label, get high,
Rely, how many I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize that I you...

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
While tryin to take mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
Eating alegators and humming hearts,
At the player preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers race, people this is god's son,
And I've come from the of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my plan is not to a man,
But to more to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, what you of junior,
Cause you'll be a grown man with the mic in ya hand,
And understand to nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last real alive, understand that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), my benz at,
Play me a theme, while you entertain me,
If I cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the fuck were you thinkin,
Guns would if I get an anklin
you commin for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....