Luyện nghe bài hát Famous (Remix)

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

Man I can how it might be
Kinda hard to love a like me
I don't blame you for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to

Swizz me let the beat rock

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

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

The furnace, fires, fortunes, and the
The aura arrogance is been known to fill the
Boom, little nigga who are
Roc-A-Fella Records on record to kill a
Vegas in my palms a don like the
Only one with beat taste from Kanye on my stew
For the ye I've been known to be
Malcom X in his say my name and here come to troops
Hands out my I cock it and let it loose
And was spilling Armadale on a nigga boots
Martin King's real estate was a dream
Farrakhan's farm was one that I seen
The call dogs stay on your deen
Fragrances Agent Provocateur on my queen
your business the killers can intervene
I'm half in the GQ magazine
looking like its Wrestlemania
I'm The Rock fires to the stadium
it down then I'm off to anther beat
Might get to a freak just for a couple weeks
I can't afford
If you not a playboy that's something I can't
Win, lose, or draw William like he Biggie Smalls
Balling its tax season I was to be a boss
See that your face
Bobby Brown lockjaw, Whitney Houston in the
Coogie and Cartier of the fame
Your bitch MCM she tagging my name

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 mother fucker, god damn

One thing you can't do is us now
You stop the thing 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 see everybody hands in the air like this

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