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 things appose me,
I think of kings who died and rappers out to me, (uh)
they crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch that even with you,
Mad at your now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, bonnie's broke and a too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
From jagz to bently's to 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 coward, you clown, you just 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 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 wildest 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 the most, cant even call you a man,
When you gotta call out my 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 glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how many I gave you,
if you think 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 and humming bird hearts,
At the player preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, this is god's son,
And I've come from the garden of 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, 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 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 ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, your ass in,
What the were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would if I get an anklin
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....