Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

Uhh, ooh, baby,
Keep it thug and keep yo'
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 crown head is cut off, bodies is laid
in the street, it's 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 dress like Bonnie, Robin and do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her too

I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth
Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to self no more
I'm like Hefner, you lesser

You just a be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be
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 be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, your direction

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

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

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

U be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you
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 come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn direction

You be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
Why they to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line
Eating, and humming bird hearts
At the ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch

As real millionaire, shit'll place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race
is God, son and I've come
From the God under peace
To the streets

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

'Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in hand
And understand to Nas, not in your plan
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, while you me
If I ain't cryin' to the lions, throw your ass in

What the fuck was you thinkin'?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' you comin' for the kingpin
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 wanna be down
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 come on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a
Concernin' this mic profession, your direction, you can't be me