Luyện nghe bài hát Celebrity

[Lloyd
I touched down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain't even 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 like my wheel
My my Rolly
My Magnum my
Jamaica shawty
these losses I in the gut yo
the work 's still here, I'm just it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck
my Pop dead, but he live through his son
if rap work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack over the
You know, I go the gun go [Akon - Chorus]
We on the (hey) all the time (hey)
bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the
I might just let your ass slide this
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 punk-ass awards)
I'm a (Take your fake smile off)
celebrity
aint nothing changed nigger [Lloyd
The will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche
hammer through the

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

they spot me, they a nigga down two blocks
two shots in the air for that aint here
two tone, two door, top, roof floor
green guap galore, in and out of new
bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass [Chorus]
there are enough in my head
to fill up a jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare
you 'll see me again, Amelia Earhart
I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a unfair start
I'm past grinding for me, guess I be grounded up
like ground round or a of chuck
wound as fuck
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 a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing your cock
is she up to scew and down to
it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a of smut
with a thousand 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 shit still stink player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park
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 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!