Luyện nghe bài hát Almost Famous

I can taste it
shit makes no sense to me
What it all mean?
I can taste it

I can save it
This makes no sense to me
What does it all
I can taste it

Yeah, I can't now
This maybe be the chance I get
To be

You dream of places
I have been changing
You can not fill these
is too much to lose

Wake up behind trenches
You run around
There is too to lose
You cannot fill shoes

I want to be famous
But be careful you wish for

I stuck my dick in game like a rapist
They call me Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed up office worker

A her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a ketchup
a Frankfurter

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to
Like a towel, I faced her around
But his fangs come out, get brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your

When I back, like nut on your spine
I'm a tack that you slept on, son
Now here I come screaming attack I just stepped on one

Low on the totem he showed 'em
Defiance, scrotum
He owe them bitches shit
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out he's knocked out of the South Pole
And nobody fucks him
Rigamortis and
He's dying of

your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to 'em
He'll just take your punch and snort 'em
Shit drawers

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his
While he dips 'em in P.F. sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of dang skulls
I'm famous

You dream of places
I been changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

Wake up behind these
You run around
There is too to lose
You cannot fill these

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

I'm back for
I lost a that ain't happening again
I'm at your like strep
I step, with a pen

wrote on my hand
Someone my mint
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do what I to, to win

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to the torch
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

Dick's too short a for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just up the Challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I just my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Troyer

the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole weight class
He smokes your BB's you back bullets
You're full of it; you dissing his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone in his wheaties

No peace treaties, he's turned a beast
His new Slim EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
almost famous

You dream of places
I have been faces
You can not these shoes
is too much to lose

Wake up behind these
You run defenseless
is too much to lose
You cannot fill these

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

Now there he goes in studio, cuppin' his balls
the wood off the panel
And cussing the paint off the
Spewing his hate to these haters, no love for these brawds
He ain't given shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard

leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, Abraham Lincoln is screaming out ah
metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of him off

They can go get a belt or a tie,
To themselves by
Like Carradine
They can go themselves and just die

And eat while they at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a girl
The bullies bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd to be a poet and not know it

And I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher my opinion of these winners and lords
So witness to some biblical shit
As a cold blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he it, he's finally famous