Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

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

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

Wanna be me, you you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you wanna be down
So you - be me, you bitch, you phony
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 come close on my worst day
But you - be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, not in your fantasy
It's childish; should I to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult album
And you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most, even call you a man
When you gotta call out my to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast
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 you'll realize that I made you

You can't be me, I'm to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds
As real millionaire, take place
as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under peace
To the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy man
But to bring more to mankind and
Every MC reach for pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, that
And you my offspring, the boss
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand
Nas the king, where my bricks, my band at?
me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin
But I at you cowards, ha ha ha
me out, try try try, but you

You be me