Luyện nghe bài hát Fame

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

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

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

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

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

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

The lone seamstress, who was on Al's Green
You know they shoot for the and buck wild
Like the kids in the yard who play Jane's Child
A beautician laced Erykah's
Sean Comb ed through the evidence, to get a clue

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

Paul d in the heart as the crowd pushed
Acting alone, Drew bones
Of the victims, three blocks from Jim's
They shared the bowl, he caught Natalie's Cole d
The producer, threw the on Esther's Rolle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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