Luyện nghe bài hát Famous (Remix)

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

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

Swizz told me let the rock

For all my Southside that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor still have sex
Why? I made that bitch (God damn)
I made bitch famous
For all the that got dick from Kanye West
If you see 'em in the give 'em Kanye's best
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 still hood

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

The furnace, fires, fortunes, and the
The aura arrogance is been known to the room
Boom, little who are you?
Records on record to kill a crew
Vegas in my palms a don like the
Only one with beat taste Kanye on my momma stew
For the ye I've known to be Karmaloop
Malcom X in his head say my name and here to troops
out my pocket I cock it and let it loose
And Dame was spilling on a nigga boots
Martin King's real estate was a dream
Farrakhan's was one that I once seen
The final call stay on your deen
Fragrances Provocateur stay on my queen
your business the killers can intervene
I'm half in the GQ magazine
looking like its Wrestlemania
I'm The setting fires to the stadium
Burn it down then I'm off to beat
Might get engaged to a just for a couple 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 your face froze
Bobby Brown lockjaw, Houston in the ghost
Coogie and causalities of the fame
bitch MCM she even tagging my name

How you feeling right now? Let me see lighters in the air
Let me see middle 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 do is stop us now
You can't stop the now
Man it's way too late, way too late, it's way too late you can't fuck with us
To the left, to the
I see everybody hands in the air like this

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