Luyện nghe bài hát Celebrity

I just touched Ferrari to concrete
I ain't even home and talking about me
out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom, nigger
Free don't pay the bills, I'm all out, B

You rappers know me
Nah, I your homie
If your name ain't M, 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 but he live through his son though

If rap ain't work, I'll be on some hoe
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the
I'm back like crack over the roll
You know, I go the gun go

We on the grind all the
Ain't 'bout to let a come and snatch mine
I a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your ass slide this
While I get paper, paper
I get this paper, paper

'Cause I'm a
(I don't need of y'all)
Ghetto
(Keep punk-ass awards)

I'm a
(Take fake smile off)
Ghetto
nothing changed nigger

The media will test ya, popularity is
Porsche Panamera, platinum hammer through the
Wreck the up, I'm too tough that inner city grammer
Step your jewels up, they bruised up, I'll sparkle for the

Harsh reality's what's closing in, them back from opening
Verbal attack all over niggas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that 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 shots in the air for that ain't here

Two tone, two door, gray top, roof
guap galore in and out of new hall
That bright you saw was a paparazzi flash
I'm trying to snap a picture through your Maserati

We on the grind all the
'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the
I might just let your ass this time
I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper,

I'm a celebrity
(I don't none of y'all)
celebrity
(Keep your awards)

I'm a
(Take your smile off)
Ghetto
nothing changed nigger

Ain't nothing nigger
nothing changed nigger
Ain't nothing changed
Ain't nothing changed