Luyện nghe bài hát 4 the Fame

It gave me chills the time
That I saw that nigga since he LaGhram
They had him down, he got his weight up
And now he he's the fuckin' man

No remorse, that niggas
He's runnin' now or so I'm told
up the devil done stole his soul in fact
I he sold it long ago

No to break out, from the ghetto
That be making out of moms
Car alarms, packin' when the beef is on
Word is bond, son, in triteness it's all the same

Watch your back a god damn shame, who's fakin' jax
Your best friend will you out and no doubt
makin' a name, he'd die for the fame
I don't want much I just everything, die for the fame.

get a little, and some get none
Some catch a bad one' yo, that was my
17 long years of blood tears
Nigga you were there, nigga you would never care

Fuck the word the world fucked me
You could take me outta' hard
But you can't times outta' me

Run your shit, bitch, we was
But now I look out for myself, only for
I'm a changed man with a game plan
Hung out together, up, you was my main man
But just not the same, I'm in it for the fame

Childhood nightmare scenes that souped his up
His heart and broken dreams got him mad fed up
The pain done got his eyes, he cried for the time
his mother died when he was 5

Sinkin' his in Jack D and Old E
then he wasn't glad he reminded himself of his daddy
Who made the his wife and hit it every night

His were thick, his thoughts were mad hectic
He's not pretending, he's thinking of
The over hard times and hard luck
gave a fuck again the agony struck
He put the in his mouth, bit down and just bucked