Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

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

Keep it thug and your heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, of all the things that appose me,
I think of who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they crowned head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street it's so pitiful,
First love me, could be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at your now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
From to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant keep their hands to there 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 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,
Consernin is my profession, ya my direction,
You be me

2

No in your wildest fantasy,
Its childish, shit I haft ta to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, consult your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, cant even you a man,
When you call out my name to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you need direction, 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 classics I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll that I made you...

3
I'm tryin to walk a line,
While they to take mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
alegators and humming bird hearts,
At the ball preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, this is god's son,
And I've come from the of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
my plan is not to destroy a man,
But to more to mankind and teach,
Every mc for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, you made of junior,
Cause soon you'll be a grown man the mic in ya hand,
And understand to nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the real 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 (? ? ), my benz at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, while you me,
If I cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the fuck were you 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....