Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

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

Keep it thug and your heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, of all the things that appose me,
I think of kings who died and rappers out to me, (uh)
Before they crowned there is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch that even with you,
Mad at your now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went rags to wealth,
From jagz to 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 close on my 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 wildest fantasy,
Its childish, shit I haft ta to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
Thats the I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
you gotta call out my name to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a pussy with a infection,
You unlucky, I'm your c section,
Plus I'm the real nigga alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how many I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll that I made you...

3
I'm tryin to walk a line,
While they to take mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of state line,
Eating alegators and bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, shupers (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas take (? ? ),
Evil is hate race, people this is god's son,
And I've come the garden of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my is not to destroy a man,
But to bring more to and teach,
mc reach for your 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 to battle nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the real nigga alive, understand that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), my benz at,
me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me,
If I cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the fuck you nigga's thinkin,
Guns clutch if I get an anklin
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....