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 kings who died and rappers out to me
For crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin
First they love you, could be the that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at riches, now she switched, turned miserable
she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass
Can't keep hands to theyself 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 - 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 - wanna be me, I you and learn you a lesson
Concernin mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, not in wildest fantasy
childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most, even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast
You unlucky, I'm your C-section
Plus I'm the last real alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you back you'll realize that I made you

You can't be me, I'm to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird
At the ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, take place
Evil as Hitler's people
This is God son, and come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see my plan
is not to destroy man
But to bring more to and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and
one be creative; 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, understand
And you my offspring, the sting
A bulletproof things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz
Guns'll clutch if I get a that you comin for the kingpin
But I at you cowards, ha ha ha
me out, try try try, but you

You be me