Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby,
Keep it thug, and 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 crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so pitiful
they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and do
But single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by went from rags to wealth
From to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no
I'm like, Hefner, you lesser, you just a

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

You can't be me, not in your fantasy
It's should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your
And you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin
Plus I'm the last real alive
glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many I gave you
Perhaps if you think back realize that I made you

You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a line
Why they tryin to mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, and, hummingbird hearts
At the ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take
Evil as hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that my
is not to your man
But to bring more to and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and
Lesson one be creative; what you of junior?
Cause soon be a grown man with 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 that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my at?
Play me a gangster's theme, you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, your ass in
What the was you niggaz 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