Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby,
Keep it thug, and yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is
Dead in the street, so fuckin pitiful
they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned
she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went rags to wealth
Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you a

Wanna be me, you you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and
But you - be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't close on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I you and learn you a lesson
this mic profession, turn your direction

You be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish; should I to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, consult your album
And show you how to off my dick
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 direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin
Plus I'm the real nigga alive
glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think you'll realize that I made you

You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds
As millionaire, shit'll take place
as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under peace
To represent the streets, see that my plan
is not to your man
But to more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and
Lesson one be creative; what you of junior?
soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in plan
I'm the real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the sting
A Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, my bricks, where my band at?
me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw 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 you

You be me