Luyện nghe bài hát Celebrity

[Lloyd
I just touched down, Ferrari to
I ain't home and they 're talking about me
out my ear if you talking
'bout 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 name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel
My my Rolly
My Magnum my
South Jamaica
these losses I in the gut yo
the work 's still here, I'm cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you ' the truck load
my Pop dead, but he through his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm like crack over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the (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 (I don 't need none of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity
(Keep punk-ass awards)
I'm a celebrity (Take your smile off)
Ghetto
aint nothing changed nigger [Lloyd
The media will test ya, popularity is
Porche
platinum hammer the

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

they spot me, they chase a down two blocks
two shots in the air for niggas aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, floor
guap galore, in and out of new hall
that 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 just be up
like round or a pound of chuck
tightly wound as
till the fire marshalls come
Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you should just the fuck up
and stop fucking around and
I aint playing 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 a gal to suck
and blowing dick cock
is she up to scew and to fuck
a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut
with a thousand sluts with muzzles
running a house of muts
otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth 's up and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking
and aint changed, my shit still dont stink player
my farts may become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
my complexion became 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 or the free press but homie I get the paper!