Luyện nghe bài hát 4 the Fame

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

No remorse, niggas cold
He's shit now or so I'm told
Word up the devil done 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' heat the beef is on
is bond, son, in this triteness it's all the same

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

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

Fuck the word 'cause the fucked me
You could me outta' hard times
But you hard times outta' me

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

nightmare scenes that souped his head up
His heart and broken dreams 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 sorrows in D and Old E
Just then he glad he reminded himself of his daddy
Who the pipe his wife and hit it every night

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