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, is laid
in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that 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, broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; from rags to wealth
From Jags to to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you a

Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you
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 you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, not in your wildest
It's childish; 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 call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a infection
You unlucky, I'm fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga
Toast glass, Ill Will, the get high
Realize, how many classics I you
if you think back you'll realize 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, and, hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds
As real millionaire, shit'll place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race
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 destroy man
But to bring more to and teach
Every MC reach for pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you of junior?
soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand
And you my offspring, the boss
A Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, my band at?
me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, your ass in
What the was you niggaz 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