Luyện nghe bài hát Celebrity

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I just down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain't 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 your homie If your aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I my wheel chromey
My Bentley my
My my forty
Jamaica shawty
these I took in the gut yo
the work 's here, I'm just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck
my Pop dead, but he through his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating lobster and in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack 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 come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the
I might let your ass slide this time
I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper,
Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't none of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your awards)
I'm a celebrity (Take your smile off)
celebrity
aint nothing changed [Lloyd Banks]
The media will test ya, popularity is
Porche
platinum hammer the

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

they me, they chase a nigga down two blocks
two in the air for niggas that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, floor
green galore, in and out of new hall
that bright you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture through Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem]
there are enough insults in my
to fill up a jar
and have it so dont get me going, don't dare start
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 or a pound of chuck
wound as fuck
till the marshalls come shut
Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you should just the fuck up
and stop fucking and duck
I aint this time, I told you I 'm not down for blunts to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant
like a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing your dick
is she up to and down to fuck
it's a World and I'm trapped in a land of smut
a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles
running through a house of
otherwords I'm shutting up one of you bitches mouth 's up and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt
and aint changed, my shit still dont stink player
my may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
maybe my complexion a little paler
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 duck tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for table
to scrape her
I don't subscribe to the news or the free press but I get the paper!