Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

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

it thug and keep your heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the that appose me,
I of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they crowned there is cut off,
Bodies is dead in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the 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 single, bonnie's broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
From jagz to bently's to 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 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 could'nt come close on my 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 even in wildest fantasy,
Its childish, shit I haft ta to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, consult your album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
Thats the I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
you gotta 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,
I'm the last real nigga alive,
Toast l with-o the label, get high,
Rely, how many classics I you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize that I you...

3
I'm tryin to walk a line,
While they to take mine,
I'm pass 8 of every state line,
Eating alegators and bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As million-airs shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people is god's son,
And I've come the garden of pure peace,
To represent the streets, you see,
That my is not to destroy a man,
But to bring more to and teach,
mc reach for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, what you of junior,
soon 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, 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 ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, throw ass in,
the fuck were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would if I get an anklin
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....