Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

By nas

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

Keep it thug and keep your
Na na na na

1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things appose me,
I of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they there head is cut off,
is layin dead in the street it's so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch that even live you,
Mad at your riches now she switch 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, went from to wealth,
jagz to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant keep hands to there self nomore,
I'm hue hefner, you lessar, you just...

be me, you cant, you faggot, you bitch,
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down,
So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you 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 in your wildest fantasy,
Its childish, I haft ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, consult your album,
And show you how to off my dick,
the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
When you gotta call out my to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you direction, your a pussy with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I'm fuckin c section,
Plus I'm the real nigga alive,
Toast glass l the label, get high,
Rely, how classics I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you'll relize that I you...

3
I'm tryin to a straight line,
While tryin to take mine,
I'm 8 miles of every state line,
Eating alegators and humming hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, watch (? ? ),
As real shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, this is god's son,
And I've from the garden of pure peace,
To the streets, you will see,
my plan is not to destroy a man,
But to bring to mankind and teach,
Every mc for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, you made of junior,
Cause soon you'll be a grown man the mic in ya hand,
And to battle nas is not in ya plan,
I'm the last nigga 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 cribs (? ? ), where my at,
Play me a theme, while you entertain me,
If I ain't cryin, laughin to the lines, your ass in,
What the fuck were you thinkin,
Guns clutch if I get an anklin
you commin for the kingpin,
But I at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
me out, try, try, try....