Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

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

Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that me
I think of who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, is laid
Dead in the street, it's so pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even with you (hoe)
Mad at riches, now she switched, turned 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 to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to no more
I'm like, Hefner, you lesser, you just a

Wanna be me, you you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be
So you - be me, you bitch, you phony
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 come close on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
Concernin this mic profession, turn direction

You can't be me, not in your wildest
It's should I have to resort 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, can't even you a man
When you call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a infection
You unlucky, I'm your C-section
I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get
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 walk a straight
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every line
Eating, alligators and, hearts
At the ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
As millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as hate-race people
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 more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and
Lesson one be what you made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your
And understand, to battle Nas not in your
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand
And you my offspring, the boss
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand
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 fuck was you thinkin?
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