Luyện nghe bài hát Congratulations

Ho,
Coca, I can you famous, ow
We live from Zip's in Harlem
Two in the
(Come on)

Yeah, yo, yo

He thinks he's A, she thinks VA
Singin' in the mirror they think easy
Blue Lamborghini 'cause you heard
Yeah, your 'Block Is but you're not Weezy

First class flights, for a night
Be like Russell, a model for a wife
See Schwartz, go and cop some ice
Hey, if you're dumb you'll still be bright

Yeah, the red carpet, lights
Joan Rivers, shake face lookin' extra
Urbane leisure, lookin' next and
And let me guess, man you probably sex tonight

And you gon' give a rapper head tonight
And when your come off he see the cellulite
Then off you go, let the trumpets
is off ya it's the end of the show
(Y'know)

Everybody to be famous
But the wants more to be left alone
'Cause no one really wants to go through changes
Paparazzi snappin' at your home

(Woo)
Baby, you're a
(You hear that baby? a star, ha, ha, ha)
Congratulations, the world who you are
(The world knows you, at for today)

Yo, yo
I wanna be like Diddy, I run my city
A Billboard in Times Square, see that's me,
Best rap album what I'm shootin' for year
a place player my name is heavy there

It's groupies everywhere and they all me
Even the ones so I need ID
ride hat low two deep in a two seat
When I flow through don't ever try to me

I ain't tryin' to be rude so me
me two step in my brand new Louis'
Bounce, bounce, on the track
Every girl wanna know when T.A. back

I'm famous, I made it,
Now I'm less stressful, only eat the best
If you hard enough your dreams'll come true
A star could be me or a star be you

Everybody wants to be
But the famous wants more to be alone
'Cause no one really to go through these changes
Paparazzi pictures at your home

(Woo)
Baby, you're a
(You that baby? You're a star, ha, ha, ha)
Congratulations, the world who you are
(The world you, at least for today)

Yo, too y'all, ha, ha, ha
Yo, ha, ha, ha

As we I ain't a boss to not be lyin'
Now why you bitches labels got me [unverified]
Nigga, I'm in orbit, a whole bunch
You call mortgage, I call that lunch

And I'm so gorgeous, your wife might
And I ain't even gotta her punch
Won't lose the end even if I lose a
Pen the big hits, I even use a pen

He, he, I'm Luther and them
I cheese hard, now wanna shoot through my grin
But I got cheeks
Bust off on her like she got sheets

Ask B, for us
Peep the fee, are plush
And I spoke too much
But if you to win you gotta go through us

Everybody to be famous
But the famous more to be left alone
'Cause no one wants to go through these changes
snappin' pictures at your home

(Woo)
Baby, you're a
(You hear baby? You're a star, ha, ha, ha)
Congratulations, the knows who you are
(The world you, at least for today)