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 that oppose 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 you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she 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 rags to wealth
From to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep hands 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 wanna be
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
Concernin mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, not in your fantasy
childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a a million, I'll 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 with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your C-section
Plus I'm the real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the get high
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back realize that I made you

You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds
As real millionaire, shit'll place
Evil as Hitler's people
This is God son, and come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, see that my plan
is not to destroy man
But to more to mankind and teach
Every MC for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; you made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to Nas not in your plan
I'm the last nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss
A bulletproof things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, my bricks, where my band at?
me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw ass in
the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll 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