Luyện nghe bài hát 4 the Fame

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

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

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

Watch back it's a god damn shame, who's fakin' jax
Your best friend 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.

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

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 game plan
Hung out together, grew up, you was my man
But just not the same, I'm in it for the fame

Childhood nightmare 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 died when he was 5

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

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