Luyện nghe bài hát Celebrity

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

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

they spot me, they a nigga down two blocks
two shots in the air for niggas aint here
two tone, two door, top, roof floor
guap galore, in and out of new hall
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi
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, Amelia
I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair
I'm past grinding for me, I just be grounded up
like ground round or a of chuck
tightly as fuck
the fire marshalls come shut
Fire marshall ground 'em up I you should just shut the fuck up
and stop around 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
calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing your dick
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 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 shit changed, my shit still dont player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer 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 dick duck tape and a stapler so bitch you look for table
scraps to her
I don't subscribe to the news or the free but homie I get the paper!