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 they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, so fuckin pitiful
First they you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, miserable
she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you a

Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and
But you - be me, you suckers, you weak
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 this mic profession, your direction

You can't be me, not in wildest fantasy
It's childish; should I have to to violence?
Pay me a half a million, consult your album
And show you how to stay off my
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even you a man
When you gotta call out my to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your C-section
Plus I'm the real nigga alive
glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many I gave you
Perhaps if you back you'll realize that I made you

You be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, birds watch
As millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race
This is God son, and I've come the God under pure 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 and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your
I'm the last nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss
A Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you for the kingpin
But I at you cowards, ha ha ha
me out, try try try, but you

You be me