Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

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

Keep it thug and keep your
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 head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the it's so fuckin pitiful,
First love me, could be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at your riches now she switch miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, and christal do,
But single, bonnie's broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
From jagz to to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant their hands to there 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 wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you 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 in your wildest fantasy,
Its childish, shit I haft ta to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, consult your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, cant even you a man,
When you gotta call out my 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 last nigga alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how many I gave you,
if you think back, you'll relize that I made you...

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
While tryin to take mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every line,
Eating alegators and humming hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, shupers (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas take (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, 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 bring to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for your and papers,
1 be creative, what you made of junior,
Cause soon you'll be a grown man 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 bullet proof, posche things, for you to understand 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, your 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....