Luyện nghe bài hát 4 the Fame

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

No remorse, niggas cold
He's shit now or so I'm told
Word up the done stole his soul in fact
I heard he sold it ago

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

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

'Some get a little, and some get
catch a bad one' yo, that was my anthem
17 long hard years of blood
Nigga you were never there, you would never care

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

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

Childhood nightmare scenes that his head up
His broken and broken dreams got him mad fed up
The pain done got his eyes, he cried for the first
Since his mother died he was 5

his sorrows in Jack D and Old E
Just then he wasn't glad he 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 reminiscing hard times and hard luck
Nobody gave a fuck again the agony
He put the barrel in his mouth, bit down and just