Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

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

Keep it and keep your heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the that appose me,
I think of kings who and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
they crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street it's so pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch even live with you,
Mad at your riches now she turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, and christal do,
But christal single, broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went rags to wealth,
From to bently's 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 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 come close on my worst 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 even in wildest fantasy,
Its childish, I haft ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll consult album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, cant call you a man,
When you gotta call out my to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
I'm the last real nigga alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how many I gave you,
Perhaps if you back, you'll relize that I made you...

3
I'm tryin to walk a line,
While they to take mine,
I'm pass 8 of every state line,
Eating alegators and humming hearts,
At the player ball suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As million-airs shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people is god's son,
And I've come 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,
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 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,
me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me,
If I cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the fuck 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....