Luyện nghe bài hát Cuz I'm Famous

Girl, ya' goin' (where ya' goin')
Girl, where ya' (where ya' goin')

Girl, ya' goin' (where ya' goin')
Girl, where ya' (where ya' goin')

1: Paul Wall]
Paul Wall, Two cups, up
I up on them thangy thangs, sitting crooked
They watch me like a game, I caught ya' lookin'
Cup purple like the Laker game, extra
With a middle finger up in the air, up to who judgin'
If you talkin' then you need to kill that shi* abruptly
Walk up in this motherf**ker like, "F**k you, cut me,"
Listen bro, trust me, it's the dough make them lust me
They'd rather be with me because your rusty is dusty
I'm too up in this Dew, leaning off the DJ Screw
Boppers yeah I a few, I'm fresher than the morning news
Prada shades, view, Italian shoes I gotta slew
If ya' think I the shi*, then bi**h you must be sniffin' glue
Fuchsia is my favorite hue, and codeine is the (hold up)
I change my cars everyday, like I my drawers
I to God I hate you haters like I hate the laws
Hot boxing your broad, got kush smoke out my exhaust

Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, what name is
I know you trackin', cause I'm famous, cause I'm
Keep the chrome on my bi**h, ain't gon' say shi*
Riding around in my spaceship, man I'm

Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, your name is
I know you trackin', cause I'm famous, cause I'm
Keep the on my waist bi**h, ain't gon' say shi*
Riding around in my spaceship, man I'm

2: Hopsin]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
Critics me I rap too foul
I throw them off like a gap-toothed
When I dropped raw, I dropped bars in 2013 and I'm coming in with a brand new
Who the got something to say?
How many fake motherf**kers am I crushing
I'm to handle my prey
Eat up or my stomach will
And brace when I let my steez rub in your
Can we all get along?
To me, I get a violent
Ni**as be wildin', talking a gang of when I ain't lookin'
But when I see they stay silent
Why is the world filled with a bunch of morons?
I'm in the feeling trapped like I'm Zordon
I know it's a cold planet but f**k it I'm still with my sandals and shorts on
Making a fortune, watching whores cum, f**king them raw make get abortions
Here's a of cocaine, you should snort some
I'm the new brainwashing your son
I'm just to make everything more fun
See, I do strictly out of boredom
So I guess I'm like every other rapper making some
Just so you can buy it and give me funds
F**k those Ni**as, I'm more iller
Every couple of my nuts grow bigger
I get spotted by women they get the itching to hop on Twitter so they can upload pictures
I'm usually willing to it up, go figure
I got a girl, so I just don't give a
Hop into car and blast it, for the bars of madness
Cuz I'm far from
I'm bi**h!

Girl, ya' goin, who ya' came with, what your name is
I know you trackin', I'm famous, cause I'm famous
Keep the chrome on my bi**h, ain't gon' say shi*
around in my spaceship, man I'm wasted

Girl, ya' goin, who ya' came with, what your name is
I you trackin', cause I'm famous, cause I'm famous
Keep the chrome on my waist bi**h, gon' say shi*
Riding around in my spaceship, man I'm

3: Yelawolf]
They done let that out the cage, give me the keys Forrest
Catfish Billy got a pump shotgun, full of that norris chump
Cowboy boot-kick motherf**kers to the floor because I'm as f**k
Coors to crush, cans to crack, to rush, jam packed
Brother work hard, more to look than looking, they is to know me
I'm an alcoholic, and a workaholic
I'mma this paint, paint on a canvas
Also, a punk with a Dupont bucket, full of green
Dammit, on the beat
I lost my team, I'm hard to manage
Let me put it to you simple, I own this f**king
I'm a pioneer, look are just my clones that are popping out
I must've been abducted I was in Alabama
Me and swamp fox, I I saw it
Changing channels, looking for of Hazzard
Rap City and Dixie Flags
I don't if I'm fishin', huntin' or puttin' tags on bass and bucks
Mountin' or roundin' the f**kin' masses, a lake
So they can a public bath in
Subjects that I intertwine with lines such a stack
Get double bagged by MCs, haters they chuckle, and choke
It's a gaff to me
I fill a machete with critic croaks, suck on
Shit is dope, I'm popping, it's bubble wrap,
It ain't this abusive since that single that Bubba had, nope
Yeller!

Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, what name is
I know you trackin', cause I'm famous, cause I'm
Keep the chrome on my waist bi**h, gon' say shi*
around in my spaceship, man I'm wasted

Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, what name is
I know you trackin', I'm famous, cause I'm famous
Keep the chrome on my waist bi**h, gon' say shi*
Riding around in my spaceship, man I'm