Luyện nghe bài hát Famous (Remix)

Yeah yeah, what up? This boy Uncle 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 a girl like me
I blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to

Swizz me let the beat rock

For all my niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still sex
Why? I made bitch famous (God damn)
I made that bitch
For all the girls that got dick Kanye West
If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's
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 can't seem to get Kanye
But we still famous (God damn)
Yeah we still hood

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

The furnace, fires, fortunes, and the
The aura arrogance is been known to fill the
Boom, little who are you?
Roc-A-Fella Records on record to a crew
in my palms a don like the Maloofs
Only one with taste from Kanye on my momma stew
For the ye I've been to be Karmaloop
Malcom X in his head say my and here come to troops
Hands out my pocket I it and let it loose
And Dame was spilling Armadale on a boots
Martin Luther King's real estate was a
Farrakhan's farm was one that I seen
The final call stay on your deen
Agent Provocateur stay on my queen
Mind your business the killers can
I'm naked in the GQ magazine
Tours looking like its
I'm The Rock fires to the stadium
it down then I'm off to anther beat
Might get engaged to a freak just for a couple
I can't afford
If you not a playboy that's something I endorse
Win, lose, or William living like he Biggie Smalls
Balling its tax season I was born to be a
See that face froze
Bobby lockjaw, Whitney Houston in the ghost
Coogie and causalities of the fame
Your 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 this
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, it's way too late, it's way too late you can't fuck us
To the left, to the
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like

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