Luyện nghe bài hát Celebrity

[Lloyd
I just touched down, to concrete
I ain't even home and 're talking about me
fuck out my ear if you
'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 Bentley my
My my forty
South Jamaica
these I took in the gut yo
the work 's still here, I'm just cooking it up
Clear my mind, you whippin ' the load
my Pop dead, but he through his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe eating lobster and shrimp 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 nigga come and snatch
I keep a nine, you see the
I might just let your ass slide this
While I get this paper,
While I get this paper,
Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need none of y 'all) Ghetto
(Keep your awards)
I'm a (Take your fake smile off)
celebrity
aint nothing changed [Lloyd Banks]
The media test ya, popularity is pressure
Panamera
platinum hammer the

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

they me, they chase a nigga down two blocks
two shots in the air for niggas aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof
guap galore, in and out of new hall
that light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem]
there are enough insults in my
to up a swear jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't start
you 'll never see me again, Earhart
I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really start
I'm past grinding for me, I just be grounded up
ground round or a pound of chuck
tightly as fuck
till the fire marshalls come
Fire marshall 'em up I guess you should just shut 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 calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to
and your dick cock
is she up to scew and down to
it's a World and I'm trapped in a land of smut
with a sluts wrapped with muzzles
running a house of muts
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 shit changed, my shit still dont player
my farts may have become staler ever 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 I 'ma rape her, all I got for these hoes is dick duck tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for table
scraps to her
I don't subscribe to the news or the press but homie I get the paper!