Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

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

Now slowly, thinkin of all the things oppose me
I think of kings who and rappers out to dethrone me
For crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, miserable
Cause she wanna like Bonnie, Robin 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, plenty ass
Can't keep they 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 just 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 couldn't close on my worst day
But you - be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your

You can't be me, not in your wildest
childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, consult your album
And show you how to stay off my
That's the thing I the most, can't 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 infection
You unlucky, I'm fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga
Toast glass, Ill Will, the get high
Realize, how many classics I 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, y'all watch
As millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race
This is God son, and I've from the God under pure peace
To the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy man
But to bring more to and teach
MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be what you made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man the mic in your hand
And understand, to Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, that
And you my offspring, the sting
A Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my at?
Play me a theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the
But I at you cowards, ha ha ha
me out, try try try, but you

You be me