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 things that me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to me
For they crown they is cut off, bodies 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
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 to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
keep they 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 clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and
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
It's childish; should I have to resort to
Pay me a a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even you a man
you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the get high
Realize, how many classics I 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 I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird
At the player's ball, suits, y'all birds watch
As millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under peace
To represent the streets, you'll see my plan
is not to destroy man
But to bring to mankind 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 hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand
And you my offspring, the boss
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my at?
Play me a theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, your ass in
What the fuck was you thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the
But I at you cowards, ha ha ha
me out, try try try, but you

You be me