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 things that me,
I of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
they love me, could be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at your riches now she switch 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 to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant keep their 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 come close on my worst day,
But you wanna be me, I'll you and learn you a lesson,
is my profession, turnin 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, consult 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 name to get ya fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a pussy a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
I'm the last real nigga alive,
Toast l with-o the label, get high,
Rely, how classics I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, relize that I made you...

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
While they to take mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
Eating and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas take (? ? ),
Evil is hate race, people this is god's son,
And I've from the garden of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my is not to destroy a man,
But to more to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for pens 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 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 (? ? ), 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 were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would clutch if I get an
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....