Luyện nghe bài hát Almost Famous

I can almost it
This shit no sense to me
does it all mean?
I can almost it

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

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

You dream of trading
I have been changing
You can not fill these
There is too much to

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

I just to be famous
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her a Mossberg
I'm off, get murdered
Like someone took a squirter
Squirted a

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

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

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

He's so out cold he's out of the South Pole
And nobody fucks him
and postmortem
He's of boredom

Take your rhymes, record 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take punch lines and snort 'em
Shit drawers

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

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

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

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

Metaphors on my hand
distorted my mint
Read some I wrote on a
I do what I to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike
And tell psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And smash it on his porch, now get off my

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

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

No peace treaties, turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
almost famous

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

Wake up these trenches
You run defenseless
There is too to lose
You cannot fill shoes

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

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

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

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

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

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