Luyện nghe bài hát You wanna be me

oooooohhhh baby,
keep it thug and your heat
na na na na,

Now slowly,
thinking of all the things that me
i think of kings who
and rappers out to me
for the crown of head is cut off
bodies laid dead in the streets
it's so fucking
first they you
could be the that even live with you
mad at your
now she turned miserable
cos she wanna like Bonny, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single broke
and her too
i can do bad by
went from rags to
jags to bentleys till
plenty ass bitches can't keep their hands to
no
i'm like hefner
you
you a

be me
you can't you
you bitch, you
you clown, you just wanna be
so you be me
you bitch, you phony,
you me, you wanna be me son
i'm the one and but you wanna be me
you suckers, you're weak, flunky,
you're fake, you couldn't come closer on my day
but you be me
i burn you, i you a lesson
concerning this my
turn your direction you be me

not in your fantasy
childish,
should i have to resort to
pay me a a million
consult your album
and you how to stay off my dick
that's the thing i hate the
even call you a man
when you gotta call out my
to get you some
no talent, you direction
you're a pussy with a infection.
you are lucky i'm fucking seat section
plus i'm the real niga alive
toast class el, other label get high
how many classics i gave you
perhaps if you think back realise
i made you.

be me
you you faggot
you bitch, you
you clown, you just wanna be
so you be me
you bitch, you phony,
you clone me, you be me son
i'm the one and only but you be me
you suckers, weak, you're flunky,
you're fake, you couldn't come on my worst day
but you be me
i'll you and learn you a lesson
this my professing
turn your you can't be me

i'm tryna walk a line
while tryna take mine
i'm 8 miles
of every line
alligators and humming birds hearts
at the bar
rihanni suits, birds watch
as real millionaires, shit'll place
evil as hitler's race people
is God's son
and i've come the God
under pure
to the streets
you'll see my plan is not to destroy you man
but to bring more to mankind and
every emcee for your pens and papers
lesson one be creative but you made it
soon you'll be a grown man the mic in your hand
understand to nas not in your plan
i'm the last real alive
that
and you're my offspring, a boss
a bullet proof thing
it's hard for you to that
nas the king, my bricks
my band at, play me a gangster's tune
while you entertain me, if i ain't laughing
to the lions throw ass in
the fuck, what you nigas thinking
guns'll if i get an inkling
you're coming for the king pin
but i laugh at you
ha ha ha
me out
try try try

be me
you can't you
you bitch, you
you clown, you wanna be down
so you be me
you bitch, you phony,
you me, you wanna be me son
i'm the one and but you wanna be me
you suckers, weak, you're flunky,
you're fake, you couldn't closer on my worst day
but you be me
i burn you, i learn you a
this my professing
turn direction you can't be me