Luyện nghe bài hát U Wanna Be Me

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

Now slowly, of all the things that oppose me
I think of who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so pitiful

they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you
Mad at your riches, now she switched, miserable
'Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her too

I can do bad by myself, went from to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to they 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 clone me, u be me, son, I'm the one and only

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

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

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

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

U wanna be me, you you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you
You clone me, u be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you
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 straight
Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of state line
Eating, alligators and bird hearts
At the ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch

As real millionaire, shit'll take
Evil as hate-race people
This is God, son and come
From the God under peace
To the streets

You'll see 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 of junior?

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

A bulletproof Porsche things, for you to understand that
Nas the King, where my bricks, where my at?
Play me a gangster's theme, you entertain me
If I cryin' laughin' to the lions, throw your ass in

What the was you niggaz thinkin'?
clutch if I get a inklin' that you comin' for the kingpin
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha
me out, try, try, try

But u wanna be me, you can't, you fagot, you
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 close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you be me