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, 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 love me, could be the bitch that live with you,
Mad at your riches now she switch miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, bonnie's and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went rags to wealth,
From jagz to to plenty ass bitchs,
keep their 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 close on my worst day,
But you be me, I'll burn 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 ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll your album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, even call you a man,
When you gotta call out my name to get ya fans,
No tallent, you direction, your a pussy with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the real nigga alive,
glass l with-o the label, get high,
Rely, how many classics I you,
if you think back, you'll relize that I made you...

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