Luyện nghe bài hát Famous (Remix)

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

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

Swizz me let the beat rock

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

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

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

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

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