Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

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

it thug and keep your heat
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)
Before they crowned there is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street so fuckin pitiful,
they love me, could be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at your riches now she switch miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, bonnie's and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, from rags to wealth,
From jagz to bently's to 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 wanna 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 wanna be me, I'll you and learn you a lesson,
is my profession, turnin ya my direction,
You be me

2

No in your wildest fantasy,
Its childish, shit I ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I'll consult album,
And you how to stay off my dick,
Thats the I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
When you gotta call out my to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a pussy with a infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the last nigga alive,
glass l with-o 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 they tryin to mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every line,
Eating alegators and bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas place (? ? ),
is hitlers hate race, people this is god's son,
And I've come from the of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
That my is not to destroy a man,
But to bring more to and teach,
Every mc reach for your and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, what you of junior,
Cause soon 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, things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), where my at,
me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me,
If I cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the were you nigga's thinkin,
Guns would clutch if I get an
That you for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....