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 kings who died and 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, be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; from rags to wealth
Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you a

Wanna be me, you you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be
So you - be me, you bitch, you phony
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 you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, your direction

You can't be me, not in wildest fantasy
It's should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll your album
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 fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin
Plus I'm the last real nigga
glass, Ill Will, the label 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 a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm +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
Evil as Hitler's people
This is God son, and I've from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, see that my plan
is not to your man
But to more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and
Lesson one be what you made 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, that
And you my offspring, the boss
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand
Nas the king, my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't laughin, to the lions, throw your 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