Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

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

Keep it thug and keep heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things appose me,
I think of kings who died and out to de-throne me, (uh)
they crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street so fuckin pitiful,
First love me, could 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, 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 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 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 on my worst day,
But you wanna be me, I'll burn you and you a lesson,
is my profession, turnin 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, consult your album,
And you how to stay 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 with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the last real alive,
Toast glass l 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 walk a line,
they tryin to take mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
alegators and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, shupers (? ? ),
As real million-airs take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers race, people this is god's son,
And come from the garden of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my plan is not to a man,
But to bring more to and teach,
Every mc 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 understand to nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last nigga 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 (? ? ), where my at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, while you me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, throw ass in,
the fuck were you nigga's 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....