Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

Uhh, baby, 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 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 love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's 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 theyself no
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 - wanna be me, you suckers, you
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 direction

You be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish; I have 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, can't even you a man
When you gotta call out my to get you some fans
No talent, you direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your C-section
Plus I'm the last real 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 can't be me, I'm tryin to a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of state line
Eating, and, hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds
As real millionaire, take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race
This is God son, and I've come the God under pure peace
To the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy man
But to more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and
one be creative; what you made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in plan
I'm the last real alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, for you to understand that
Nas the king, my bricks, where my band 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 that you for the kingpin
But I at you cowards, ha ha ha
me out, try try try, but you

You be me