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, of all the things that appose me,
I think of kings who died and out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they there head is cut off,
is layin dead in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch that even live you,
Mad at your riches now she 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, went from 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 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 your fantasy,
Its childish, shit I 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, cant call you a man,
When you gotta call out my to get ya some 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 classics I you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize that I 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 suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people this is son,
And come from 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 reach for your and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, what you of junior,
Cause soon you'll be a grown man the mic in ya hand,
And understand to nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the real nigga alive, understand that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to that,
Nas the king, my cribs (? ? ), where my benz at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, you entertain me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, throw ass in,
What the fuck 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....