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')

[Verse 1: Paul
Paul Wall, Two cups, up
I pull up on them thangs, sitting crooked
They watch me a Laker game, I caught ya' lookin'
Cup like the Laker game, extra muddy
With a middle finger up in the air, up to everybody who
If you talkin' down then you to kill that shi* abruptly
Walk up in this motherf**ker like, "F**k you, cut me,"
Listen bro, trust me, it's the that make them lust me
They'd rather be with me because your rusty is dusty
I'm too up in Mountain Dew, leaning off the DJ Screw
Boppers I keep a few, I'm fresher than the morning news
Prada shades, exclusive view, Italian I gotta slew
If ya' think I ain't the shi*, then you must be sniffin' glue
Fuchsia is my favorite hue, and codeine is the (hold up)
I change my cars everyday, like I change my
I swear to God I hate you haters like I hate the
Hot boxing your broad, got kush smoke out my exhaust

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

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

2: Hopsin]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
Critics telling me I rap too
I throw them off like a smile
When I dropped raw, I dropped bars in 2013 and I'm coming in a brand new sound
Who the got something to say?
How many fake motherf**kers am I crushing
I'm to handle my prey
Eat up or my will ache
And brace I let my steez rub in your face
Can we all get along?
To me, I get a violent
Ni**as be wildin', a gang of shi* when I ain't lookin'
But when I see they stay silent
Why is the filled with a whole bunch of morons?
I'm in the middle trapped like I'm Zordon
I know it's a cold planet but f**k it I'm still chilling my sandals and shorts on
Making a fortune, whores cum, f**king them raw make them get abortions
Here's a line of cocaine, you should some
I'm the new rapper your son
I'm just trying to everything more fun
See, I do this out of boredom
So I guess I'm like every other making some bullshit
Just so you can buy it and me more funds
those Ni**as, I'm much more iller
Every of seconds my nuts grow bigger
When I get spotted by women they get the itching to hop on Twitter so can upload pictures
I'm willing to give it up, go figure
I got a girl, so I don't give a f**k
Hop into your car and blast it, for the 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', cause I'm famous, I'm famous
Keep the chrome on my waist bi**h, ain't say shi*
Riding in my spaceship, man I'm wasted

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

[Verse 3:
They done let that killer out the cage, give me the Forrest
Catfish Billy got a pump shotgun, shells of that norris chump
Cowboy boot-kick motherf**kers to the because I'm bored as f**k
to crush, cans to crack, doors to rush, jam packed
Brother work hard, more to look than looking, they is lucky to me
Buddy I'm an alcoholic, and a
I'mma work this paint, on a canvas
Also, a punk with a bucket, full of mossy green
Dammit, on the beat
I done lost my team, I'm hard to
Let me put it to you simple, I own f**king house
I'm a pioneer, these are just my clones that are popping out
I must've been abducted when I was in
Me and swamp fox, I I saw it
channels, looking for Dukes of Hazzard
Between Rap City and Dixie
I don't know if I'm fishin', 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 with a stack
Get double bagged by MCs, haters chuckle, laugh and choke
It's such a to me
I fill a machete with croaks, suck on that
Shit is dope, I'm popping, bubble wrap, folks
It ain't been this since that single that Bubba had, nope
Yeller!

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

Girl, ya' goin, who ya' came with, what 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