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 that appose me,
I think of kings who died and 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 bitch that even live you,
Mad at your now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to 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 to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant 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 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 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 your album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, cant even you a man,
you gotta 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,
I'm the last real nigga alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how many I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize I made you...

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
they tryin to take mine,
I'm pass 8 of every state line,
alegators and humming bird hearts,
At the player preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people is god's son,
And come from the garden of pure peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
That my is not to destroy a man,
But to bring more to and teach,
Every mc reach for your and papers,
1 be creative, what you made of junior,
Cause soon you'll be a grown man the mic in ya hand,
And to battle 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, for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), where my at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, you entertain me,
If I cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the fuck were you thinkin,
Guns would if I get an anklin
you commin for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....