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 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 went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, ass bitches
Can't keep they to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you a

Wanna be me, you you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just be down
So you - be me, you bitch, you phony
You me, you wanna 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
this mic profession, turn 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 off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most, even call you a man
you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga
glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize I made you

You can't be me, I'm tryin to a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take
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 and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and
Lesson one be creative; 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, understand
And you my offspring, the boss
A bulletproof Porsche things, for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my at?
me a gangster's theme, while you entertain 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 that you comin for the kingpin
But I at you cowards, ha ha ha
me out, try try try, but you

You be me