Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

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

Now slowly, thinkin of all the that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to me
For they crown they head is cut off, 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, turned
Cause she wanna dress Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by went from rags to wealth
From to Bentleys to, plenty 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 - wanna be me, you bitch, you
You me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only
But you - be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come on my worst day
But you - be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin mic profession, turn your 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, I'll consult your
And show you how to stay off my
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 fuckin
Plus I'm the real nigga alive
glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll that I made you

You can't be me, I'm to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds
As real millionaire, take place
as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and come from the God under pure peace
To the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy man
But to bring 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 Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, that
And you my offspring, the sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand
Nas the king, my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a theme, while you entertain me
If I cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you thinkin?
clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin
But I at you cowards, ha ha ha
me out, try try try, but you

You be me