Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

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

it thug and keep your heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things appose me,
I of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
they crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin in the street it's 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 to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal 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,
Cant keep their hands to self 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 close on my day,
But you be me, I'll burn you and learn you a lesson,
is my profession, turnin ya my direction,
You be me

2

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

3
I'm tryin to walk a line,
they tryin to take mine,
I'm pass 8 of every state line,
Eating alegators and humming hearts,
At the ball preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
Evil is hate 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 your and papers,
1 be creative, what you made of junior,
Cause you'll 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, hard for you to that,
Nas the king, where my (? ? ), where my benz at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, while you me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, throw ass in,
What the fuck were you thinkin,
would clutch if I get an anklin
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....