Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

Uhh, baby, 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 crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin
First they love you, could be the bitch that live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned
she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, ass bitches
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 be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you
You clone me, you be son, I'm the one and only
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your

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

You be me, I'm tryin 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 I've come the God under pure peace
To the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy man
But to more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and
Lesson one be creative; what you of junior?
soon you'll be a grown 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 sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, 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 cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you 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