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 that me,
I of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they crowned head is cut off,
is layin dead in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the that even live with you,
Mad at riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and do,
But christal single, bonnie's and a nigga's 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 social coward, you clown, you just 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 come close on my worst day,
But you wanna be me, I'll burn you and you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, ya my direction,
You be me

2

No in your wildest fantasy,
Its childish, I haft ta resort to violance,
Pay me a million, I'll consult your album,
And you how to stay 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 need direction, your a with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm your c section,
I'm the last real nigga alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how classics I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize I made you...

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
While they to take mine,
I'm pass 8 of every state line,
Eating alegators and humming hearts,
At the player 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 garden of peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my plan is not to 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 man with the mic in ya hand,
And to battle nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the real nigga alive, understand that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, my cribs (? ? ), where my benz at,
Play me a theme, while you entertain me,
If I cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
the fuck were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would clutch if I get an
you commin for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....