Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby,
it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and out to dethrone me
For they crown they is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned
Cause she dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went rags to wealth
From to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hefner, you lesser, you just a

Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you
You coward, you clown, you wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you
You clone me, you be son, I'm the one and only
But you - be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, your direction

You can't be me, not in your fantasy
It's childish; should I have to to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll your album
And show you how to off my dick
the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin
I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get
Realize, how many classics I you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I you

You be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all watch
As millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as hate-race people
This is God son, and come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, see that my plan
is not to your man
But to more to mankind and teach
Every MC for your pens and papers
Lesson one be what you made of junior?
soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in plan
I'm the last nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand
Nas the king, where my bricks, my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you me
If I cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin you comin for the kingpin
But I at you cowards, ha ha ha
me out, try try try, but you

You be me