Luyện nghe bài hát Famous

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

[Spitta in them monsta radioactive (3X)]

Ain't change but the weather
And the temp tag sequence of letters and 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 or daddy mackin?
Pen lyrics on back on napkins
out in a first class cabin
With cancellation headphones
Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a named desire
a fence, you oughta get caught up in the barbed-wire
I'm independent, fuck yo I get paid without it
Got a new pothead who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she rolled it
You can't deny it, I am a word to Pac ambition
Whodini your squeeze, she disappear she's a magician
You blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed, I
Sent to the waffle twit my order from the car man
Yeah...

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

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

I'm again waiting on the sun dozed off in my '57 at the drive-in
This is a movie I'm in
But I do it for all my folk who genuinely me to win
I do a lot a smoking to stay this bogus shit
My are not on these bitches, my focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet planes but not
Pay homage, the founder in the kid
A MILF hunter, ask yo momma she vouch bitch
If she to fuck and down with rollin that barney up
Race-day on the starting gate pony up
I hope hungry
I got a plate of dutch for homie,
Early exercise doing kush ups
I ain't stingy it, got a couple pounds put up
used to overlook us
Now in my they shook up
See where rap shit done took us?
I'm stil, still...