Luyện nghe bài hát Famous (Remix)

Yeah yeah, what up? This boy Uncle Murda
Shout out to all the ladies that take care of their
all you bum bitches, wow

Man I can understand how it be
hard to love a girl like me
I don't blame you much for wanting to be
I just you to know

Swizz me let the beat rock

For all my Southside that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might have sex
Why? I made that famous (God damn)
I made that famous
For all the girls that got dick Kanye West
If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's
They mad they ain't famous (God damn)
They mad still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the tryna try his best
But he just can't to get Kanye fresh
But we still famous (God damn)
Yeah we hood famous

I wanted you to know
I loved you than your own kin did
From the very
I don't blame you much for wanting to be
(Maybach Music)
I wanted you to know

The furnace, fires, fortunes, and the
The arrogance is been known to fill the room
Boom, little nigga who are
Records on record to kill a crew
Vegas in my palms a don like the
Only one with beat from Kanye on my momma stew
For the ye I've been to be Karmaloop
Malcom X in his say my name and here come to troops
Hands out my I cock it and let it loose
And Dame was Armadale on a nigga boots
Martin Luther real estate was a dream
Farrakhan's was one that I once seen
The final call dogs on your deen
Fragrances Agent Provocateur stay on my
Mind business the killers can intervene
I'm naked in the GQ magazine
looking like its Wrestlemania
I'm The setting fires to the stadium
it down then I'm off to anther beat
Might get engaged to a freak just for a weeks
I can't afford
If you not a that's something I can't endorse
Win, lose, or draw William living he Biggie Smalls
Balling its tax season I was to be a boss
See that your face
Brown lockjaw, Whitney Houston in the ghost
Coogie and Cartier causalities of the
Your bitch MCM she even tagging my

How you right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Let me see your finger in the air
Let me see you act up in motherfucker
How you feelin', how you feelin, how you feelin' in this mother fucker, god

One you can't do is stop us now
You stop the thing now
Man it's way too late, it's way too late, it's way too late you can't with us
To the left, to the
I wanna see everybody hands in the air this

I wanted you to know
I've loved you better your own kin did
the very start
I don't you much for wanting to be free
I wanted you to know