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 think of kings who died and out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is dead in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they me, could be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, and christal do,
But christal single, bonnie's broke and a too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
From to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant keep hands 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 just 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 your fantasy,
Its childish, shit I ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, even call you a man,
When you call out my name to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you direction, your a pussy with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the last nigga alive,
Toast l with-o the label, get high,
Rely, how classics I gave you,
if you think back, you'll relize that I made you...

3
I'm tryin to walk a line,
While tryin to take mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every line,
alegators and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas take (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people is god's son,
And come from the garden of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my is not to destroy a man,
But to more to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for your and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, you made of junior,
Cause soon you'll be a man with the mic in ya hand,
And to battle nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last nigga 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 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,
What the fuck were you thinkin,
Guns would clutch if I get an
you commin for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....