Luyện nghe bài hát Famous

[And you tell
From trynna figure
The say I'm
But I'm
And you tell]

[Spitta in monsta beats radioactive (3X)]

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

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

I'm high again 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 over this bogus
My are not on these bitches, my focus is locked
claiming to be jet planes but they not
Pay homage, the founder in the kid
A MILF hunter, ask yo she could vouch bitch
If she cool to fuck and down rollin that barney up
Race-day money on the gate pony up
I your hungry
I got a plate of for homie, liquor
morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain't with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches used to us
Now in my presence they up
See where this rap shit done us?
I'm stil, still...