Luyện nghe bài hát 4 the Fame

It me chills the first time
That I saw nigga since he shot LaGhram
had him locked 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 devil done stole his in fact
I heard he sold it ago

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

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

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

Fuck the word 'cause the fucked me
You could take me outta' 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 changed man with a changed game
Hung out together, up, you was my main man
But shit's just not the same, I'm in it for the

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

Sinkin' his sorrows in D and Old E
Just then he wasn't glad he reminded himself of his
Who made the pipe his and hit it every night

His tears were thick, his thoughts were mad
He's not pretending, he's thinking of
The over hard times and hard luck
Nobody a fuck again the agony struck
He put the barrel in his mouth, bit and just bucked