Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

Uhh, ooh, baby,
Keep it thug and yo' heat
Na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things oppose me
I of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is
Dead in the street, so fuckin' pitiful

First they love you, could be the bitch that live with you
Mad at riches, now she switched, turned miserable
'Cause she wanna like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's and her niggaz too

I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to they no more
I'm like Hugh Hefner, you

You just a wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you
You coward, you clown, you wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you
You me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, your direction

You can't be me, not in your fantasy
It's childish, should I have to to violence?
Pay me a half a million, consult your album
And show you how to stay off my

That's the thing I the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some
No talent, you direction
You a pussy with a infection

You unlucky, I'm fuckin' C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga
glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many I gave you
if you think back you'll realize that I made you

U be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you
You me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't close on my worst day
But u be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, I'm tryin' to walk a line
Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of state line
Eating, and humming bird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all watch

As real millionaire, take place
as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God, son and come
From the God under pure
To represent the

see that my plan is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to and teach
Every MC, reach for pens and papers
Lesson one be creative, what you of junior?

'Cause soon you'll be a grown man the mic in your hand
And understand to Nas, not in your plan
I'm the last real alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the sting

A bulletproof things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the King, my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, you entertain me
If I ain't cryin' laughin' to the lions, throw ass in

the fuck was you niggaz 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 u be me, you can't, you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be
So u be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, u be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
Concernin' mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me