Luyện nghe bài hát Fame

They was told not to ride in Hearse
And out of Charles' Manson
Took Abraham's Lincoln through the Todd Bridges
Willis Reid s a map that marks the spot
On his George Burns a blunt William's holdin'

Tara Bank ed the money that Chaka ed the poor
Alicia Key ed his car for Melbourne Moore
For the Redd Foxx who bought off the block, but though
As Debora Cox the gun she beat Kelly's Price
When Rosa Park ed the on the farm that Kim Fields

Linda Tripp ed for tryna to walk in Lauryn's
Water dripped Farrah's Fawcett in the glass
She was superfly, Mayfield her ass
Chris Tucker to a show, Ted to a hoe
Robert Diggs the beat, but ain't the flow

But he it fast, for half of Johnny's Cash
Nia Long ed for the album to drop, flashed
Tom Sawyer at the Ball up at the foyer
He confronted Richard Prior to his lawyer
Suge's removed the rook off the board
Donna was checked and Al Sharpton the sword

Wettin' cream, I ain't fame
is the measure, rap celebs
The place where stars are

The saints marched in, Blowing his horn
Tom Cruise D the boulevard, Chris Rock ed the
For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the
toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon
They took her to Elizabeth to dry clean

The seamstress, who was schemin' on Al's Green
You know they for the stars and buck wild
Like the kids in the yard who play with Child
A laced Erykah's Badu
Sean ed through the evidence, just to get a clue

The needle in the haystack, outta earth this kid
The would kill him once thrown in Brad's Pitt
Jesse Owen the money from the weed Bubba
They was journeys seen far as he in Dick's Clark
Lyons stuck with a thorn from George's Bush

Paul Pierce d in the heart as the pushed
Acting alone, Drew bones
Of the victims, three from Jim's Brownstone
They shared the same bowl, he caught Natalie's d
The producer, threw the butter on Esther's

Dempsey ed him down, got his jaw wide
In a instant, Brooke him from the gunfire
Angie Stone D him to death, with those
Keith Sweat from the workout, from runnin' local

cream, I ain't with the fame
Fame is the measure, rap
The place where stars are

Larry's Bird flew Nicholas' Cage
Joe Tex from Satchel's Paige
Wright letters with ink from Sean's Penn
Infinite bars, you couldn't tell where the end
Glenn Close enough to quickly the tapes

Richard Gere ripped while he was Bill Gates
He was a southerner, posing as a New Yorker
The Jason Kidd took his first in Jimmy's Walker
He stayed on line chattin' rap celebs

Used Bernie's Mack to search Webb
It them their life for the advice you gave
Now Pete Rose lay on Redgrave

cream, I ain't with the fame
Fame is the measure, rap
The place where are born

With cream, I ain't with the
Fame is the measure, rap
The where stars are born