Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

Uhh, baby, baby
Keep it thug, and yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, thinkin of all the things oppose me
I think of who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they 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, miserable
Cause she dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, ass bitches
Can't keep hands to theyself no more
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 - 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 on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
this mic profession, turn your direction

You be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish; should I have to 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 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 a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga
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 tryin to walk a line
Why they tryin to take I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, birds watch
As millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's people
is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see my plan
is not to your man
But to bring more to mankind and
Every MC for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; you made of junior?
Cause you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your
I'm the last nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss
A Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, 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