Luyện nghe bài hát Almost Famous

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

I can almost it
This shit no sense to me
What it all mean?
I can almost 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 these shoes
There is too to lose

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

I just want to be
But be careful you wish for

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

A Merc her with a
I'm pissed off, get
Like someone took a ketchup
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shoulda shit pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to
Like a terrible towel, I her around
But his come out, get your 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 here I come screaming like I just stepped on one

Low on the totem till he 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them bitches
His britches, he out 'em

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

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

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the of his chainsaws
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 almost

You of trading places
I have been changing
You can not these shoes
There is too to lose

up behind these trenches
You run around
There is too much to
You cannot fill shoes

I just want to be
But be careful what you for

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

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
some I wrote on a napkin
I do what I to, to win

at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the
To the whacko I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
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 shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a
I just laced my gloves enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and in his corner like Verne Troyer

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

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

You of trading places
I have been changing
You can not fill shoes
is too much to lose

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

I want to be famous
But be careful what you for

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

He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the
With the scars, till 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 fucked of sucking him off

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

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

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