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, 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 layin dead in the it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch even live with you,
Mad at riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But single, bonnie's broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth,
From to bently's 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 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 could'nt come close on my day,
But you wanna be me, burn you and learn you a lesson,
is my profession, turnin ya my direction,
You be me

2

No in your 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, even call you a man,
When you gotta call out my name to get ya fans,
No tallent, you need direction, a pussy with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the last real alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how many I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize that I you...

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
While tryin to take mine,
I'm pass 8 of every state line,
Eating alegators and bird hearts,
At the ball preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers race, people this is god's son,
And I've come 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 for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, what you 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 bullet proof, posche things, for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my (? ? ), where 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 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....