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, of all the things that appose me,
I think of who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
they crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the that even live with you,
Mad at your now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and do,
But christal single, broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
From to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant 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 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, you weak, you flunky's,
You fake, you could'nt come close on my day,
But you be me, I'll burn you and learn you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, ya my direction,
You be me

2

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

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