Luyện nghe bài hát 4 the Fame

It gave me chills the first
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 cold
He's runnin' shit now or so I'm
up the devil done stole his soul in fact
I heard he sold it ago

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

your back it's a god damn shame, who's fakin' jax
Your best friend will sell you out and no
He's makin' a name, he'd die for the
I want much I just want everything, die for the fame.

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

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

Run shit, bitch, we was tight
But now I look out for myself, only for
I'm a changed man a changed game plan
Hung out together, grew up, you was my 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 cried for the time
Since his mother when he was 5

Sinkin' his in Jack D and Old E
Just then he glad he reminded himself of his daddy
Who made the pipe his wife and hit it every

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