Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Be Me

Uhh, baby, baby
it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, thinkin of all the things oppose me
I think of kings who and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, is laid
in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and do
But single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to
From Jags to to, plenty ass bitches
keep they 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 wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you
You me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, your direction

You can't be me, not in wildest fantasy
It's should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, consult your album
And you how to stay off my dick
the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some
No talent, you direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm fuckin C-section
I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get
Realize, how classics I gave you
Perhaps if you back you'll realize that I made you

You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight
Why they tryin to take I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, birds watch
As millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God pure peace
To the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy man
But to bring more to and teach
Every MC reach for your and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you of junior?
Cause you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your
I'm the last real nigga alive, that
And you my offspring, the sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my at?
Play me a theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw ass in
What the was you niggaz 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 you

You be me