Luyện nghe bài hát Famous

[And you could
distance trynna figure
The say I'm
But I'm
And you could

in them monsta beats radioactive (3X)]

Ain't change but the weather
And the tag sequence of letters and numbers on my Chevelle
You can ride, but hey man my leather
Cuz get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
Spitta in Monstabeats radioactive, I don't kick it with no rappers
They be backwards
Like the jeans on criss cross, who you Mack daddy or mackin?
Pen on back on these napkins
out in a first class cabin
With cancellation headphones
Two hash brownies for breakfast morning staring down at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a streetcar desire
Struggle a fence, you get caught up in the barbed-wire
I'm independent, fuck yo system I get paid it
Got a new pothead bitch who as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that stroke, she rolled about it
You deny it, I am a ridah word to Pac ambition
your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magician
You blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed, I
Sent to the house twit my order from the car man
Yeah...

And I'm famous
And you can tell by the of them strangers
From distance figure if it is or if it ain't him
The reals say I'm on it, the say I ain't shit
But I'm still...

Looking
And you can tell by the of them strangers
From distance figure if it is or if it ain't him
The say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shit
But I'm still...

I'm high again waiting on the sun dozed off in my '57 at the
This is a movie I'm in
But I do it for all my folk who want me to win
I do a lot a smoking to stay over bogus shit
My money are not on these bitches, my focus is
Niggas claiming to be jet but they not
Pay homage, the in the house kid
A MILF hunter, ask yo she could vouch bitch
If she cool to and down with rollin that barney up
Race-day money on the gate pony up
I hope hungry
I got a of dutch for homie, liquor
morning exercise doing kush ups
I stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches to overlook us
Now in my presence they up
See where rap shit done took us?
I'm stil, still...