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 think of who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
they crowned there 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 riches now she turn miserable, (uh)
she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went rags to wealth,
jagz 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 social coward, you clown, you 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, I'll you and learn you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, ya my direction,
You be me

2

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

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
While tryin to take mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every line,
Eating alegators and humming hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As real shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers race, people this is god's son,
And I've from the garden of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
my plan is not to destroy a man,
But to bring to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for your and papers,
1 be creative, what you made of junior,
Cause you'll be a grown man with 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, hard for you to that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), where my at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, while you me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, throw ass in,
the fuck 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....