Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

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

Keep it thug and keep heat
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things appose me,
I think of kings who died and out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they crowned there is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch that even with you,
Mad at your riches now she turn miserable, (uh)
she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, bonnie's and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went rags to wealth,
From jagz to 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 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 wanna be me, I'll burn you and you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, ya my direction,
You be me

2

No even in your fantasy,
Its childish, I haft ta resort 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, cant even you a man,
When you gotta out my name to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you direction, your 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 I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, relize that I made you...

3
I'm to walk a straight line,
While they to take mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of state line,
Eating and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, 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 for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, you made of junior,
Cause soon you'll be a man with the mic in ya hand,
And understand to nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last real nigga alive, that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, posche things, for you to understand that,
Nas the king, my cribs (? ? ), where my benz at,
me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, your ass in,
What the 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....