Luyện nghe bài hát Nas - Wanna Be Me

Uh, ohhhhh, baby, (uh ha ha ha ha)

Keep it thug and keep your
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things appose me,
I think of who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch even live with you,
Mad at your riches now she switch miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, and christal do,
But christal single, broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth,
From to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
keep their hands to there self nomore,
I'm hue hefner, you lessar, you just...

be me, you cant, you faggot, you bitch,
You social coward, you clown, you just be down,
So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you me,
You be me son, I'm the one and only, but you,
be me, you suckers, you weak, you flunky's,
You fake, you could'nt come on my worst day,
But you be me, I'll burn you and learn you a lesson,
is my profession, turnin ya my direction,
You be me

2

No even in your fantasy,
Its childish, shit I ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, cant even you a man,
When you gotta call out my name to get ya fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a pussy with a infection,
You unlucky, I'm your c section,
I'm the last real nigga alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how many classics I you,
Perhaps if you back, you'll relize that I made you...

3
I'm to walk a straight line,
While tryin to take mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
Eating alegators and bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, shupers (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas take (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers race, people this is god's son,
And I've come from the garden of peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my is not to destroy a man,
But to more to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for your and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, you made of junior,
Cause you'll be a grown man with the mic in ya hand,
And understand to nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last real nigga alive, that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), my benz at,
Play me a gangsta's theme, while you me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, throw ass in,
the fuck were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns clutch if I get an anklin
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....