Luyện nghe bài hát Famous (Remix)

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

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

told me let the beat rock

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

I just wanted you to
I you better than your own kin did
the very start
I blame 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 to fill the room
Boom, little nigga who are
Roc-A-Fella Records on record to kill a
in my palms a don like the Maloofs
Only one beat taste from Kanye on my momma stew
For the ye I've been known to be
X in his head say my name and here come to troops
Hands out my pocket I 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 I once seen
The final call dogs stay on deen
Fragrances Provocateur stay on my queen
your business the killers can intervene
I'm half naked in the GQ
looking like its Wrestlemania
I'm The Rock setting to the stadium
it down then I'm off to anther beat
Might get engaged to a freak for a couple weeks
I can't afford
If you not a playboy that's 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
Bobby Brown lockjaw, Whitney in the ghost
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 this
How you feelin', how you feelin, how you feelin' in mother fucker, god damn

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, way too late you can't fuck with us
To the left, to the
I see everybody hands in the air like this

I just wanted you to
I've loved you better than own kin did
From the very
I blame you much for wanting to be free
I wanted you to know