Luyện nghe bài hát Celebrity

[Lloyd
I just touched down, to concrete
I even home and they 're talking about me
out my ear if you talking
'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers don 't know me Nah I ain't homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I my wheel chromey
My my Rolly
My my forty
Jamaica shawty
these losses I in the gut yo
the work 's still here, I'm cooking it up slow
my mind, you whippin ' the truck load
my Pop dead, but he live through his son
if rap aint work, be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back crack over the drumroll
You know, I go the gun go [Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the (hey)
ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch
I keep a nine, you see the
I might just let your ass slide time
While I get this paper,
While I get paper, paper
I'm a celebrity (I don 't need none of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your awards)
I'm a celebrity (Take your fake off)
celebrity
aint nothing changed [Lloyd Banks]
The media test ya, popularity is pressure
Panamera
platinum hammer the

wreck the up, I'm too tough
that inner city
step your up, they bruised up
I'll sparkle for the camera harsh reality 's what (?) holding them from opening
verbal attack all over niggas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that they pray on, spending of their day on
lay on, niggas for days, shots spray on
my sound knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping the ground too hot

they spot me, they chase a nigga two blocks
two shots in the air for niggas aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof
green guap galore, in and out of new
that bright you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a through your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem]
there are enough in my head
to up a swear jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare
you 'll never see me again, Earhart
I'm poppin' a off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding for me, I just be grounded up
like ground round or a of chuck
tightly wound as
till the fire marshalls come
marshall ground 'em up I guess you should just shut the fuck up
and stop fucking and duck
I aint playing this time, I told you I 'm not down for blunts to say I keep it 100 would probably sound
like calling a bitch a hoe, or a gal to suck
and your dick cock
is she up to scew and down to
it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of
a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles
running a house of muts
otherwords I'm up everyone one of you bitches mouth 's up and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt
and aint shit changed, my still dont stink player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer celebrity
maybe my complexion became a little
poster child for white trash, I'm a garbage pale kid sailor yeah, see me up all in your bitch means I 'ma rape her, all I got for these hoes is dick duck tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for
to scrape her
I don't subscribe to the news or the press but homie I get the paper!