Luyện nghe bài hát 4 the Fame

It gave me chills the 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 runnin' now or so I'm told
Word up the devil stole his soul in fact
I heard he sold it ago

No doubt to break out, the ghetto
be making fiends out of moms
Car alarms, packin' 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 friend 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.

'Some get a little, and some get
Some catch a bad one' yo, that was my
17 long hard years of blood
Nigga you were never there, nigga you 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, only for
I'm a changed man with a changed game
Hung out together, up, you was my main man
But just not the same, I'm in it for the fame

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

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

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