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 that appose me,
I of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they there head is cut off,
Bodies is dead in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the that even live with you,
Mad at your now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
jagz to bently's 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 social coward, you clown, you just 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, burn you and learn you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, ya my direction,
You be me

2

No even in your fantasy,
Its childish, shit I haft ta to violance,
Pay me a million, I'll consult your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
When you gotta out my name to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a pussy with a 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 classics I you,
Perhaps if you think back, relize that I made you...

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
While they tryin to mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every line,
alegators and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas take (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people this is son,
And I've come the garden of pure peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
my plan is not to destroy a man,
But to bring to mankind and teach,
mc reach for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, you made of junior,
Cause soon be a grown man with the mic in ya hand,
And to battle nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last real nigga alive, that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, posche things, for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), my benz at,
Play me a theme, while you entertain me,
If I ain't cryin, to the lines, throw your ass in,
the fuck were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would clutch if I get an
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....