Luyện nghe bài hát Famous (Remix)

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

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

Swizz told me let the beat

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

I wanted you to know
I you better than your own kin did
From the start
I don't blame you 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 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 been known to be
Malcom X in his head say my name and here come to
Hands out my pocket I it and let it loose
And Dame was spilling Armadale on a boots
Martin Luther King's real was a dream
Farrakhan's farm was one I once seen
The call dogs stay on your deen
Fragrances Provocateur stay on my queen
Mind business the killers can intervene
I'm half in the GQ magazine
Tours looking like its
I'm The Rock setting to the stadium
Burn it down then I'm off to anther
Might get engaged to a freak just for a couple
I can't afford
If you not a that's something I can't endorse
Win, lose, or draw William living he Biggie Smalls
its tax season I was born to be a boss
See that face froze
Bobby lockjaw, Whitney Houston in the ghost
Coogie and causalities of the fame
Your bitch MCM she tagging my name

How you feeling right Let me see your lighters in the air
Let me see middle 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 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 you can't fuck with us
To the left, to the
I see everybody hands in the air like this

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