Luyện nghe bài hát Got Work

I love you,
(Yeah, yeah)
I'll treat you
(Yeah, yeah)
I love you,
(Yeah, yeah)
I'll you right
(Yeah, yeah)

I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you
(Give it, huh)
I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you

Yo, yo, yo, ignore the amateurs, you're rolling the glamorous
See all the clamor for the lights and the
get scared when the glances turn amorous
Exposed to the heat, they go yellow an amethyst

Used to be purple like the cannabis from welts and the
Used to scream, help, it was
Escaped into the night with her life
A betrayal she described as a in the back

cold killer, you'd probably shudder
At the amount of blood flowing the Hollywood gutter
All because of the appetite for dreams that eat you up inside
She on your mind probably you up at night

15 minutes, that's all she really
Director yell cut, and we see how you really
Stay in the game, stay in the
Say her name, fame,

I love you,
(Skip the foreplay)
I'll you right
(That's what all say)
I you, baby
(Skip the foreplay)
I'll you right
(Yeah)

I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you
(Give it, huh)
I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you

Yo, yo
She's so fleeting, she's so deceiving, so misleading
She cut 'em and bleeding, she got 'em overeating
She's so hot, pop, she's overheating
Her gun, American, her rum, Puertorican

She's like a monkey on your back, 'till you start to
She'll make you famous like the of Strapped
The heart of the fact, to that, she got a target on your back
Follow you you drown in the sea of your sorrow

You overdose, she got you over, she got the
It's not a joke, how she got 'em she tried the coke
And designer, from the kind of drugs she do
To the when she get tired of loving you

I hear them swear they need her and throw dirt on her name
I'm out for the fortune, Fame
I hear them swear they don't her and throw dirt on her name
I'm out for the fortune, Fame

I you, baby
(Skip the foreplay)
treat you right
(That's what all say)
I love you,
(Skip the foreplay)
treat you right
(Yeah)

I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you
(Give it, huh)
I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you

Yo, yo
The mother cried, the was a caterpillar
he fell in love with Fame 'cause he had to feel her
The model hot, she shots, straight Tequila
The bottles pop, she love you but can't wait to you

She in the bushes, she the paparazzi
Her sex way faster than a Mazarati
Every relationship is work, is not a hobby
She make you famous Beyonce then she got your body

How she grimy like a lobby
But still snooty, pack Louis and act bourgey
She a ghost 'cause I shudder when she pass through me
She yell, cut and you acting, it's your last movie

She got you in the gym, she got you in the spa
Staring at the man in the mirror who you are
You're a superstar she pass on you
Take a picture, it will longer, word

I you, baby
(Skip the foreplay)
I'll you right
(That's what all say)
I you, baby
(Skip the foreplay)
I'll treat you
(Yeah)

I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you
(Give it, huh)
I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you

Yo, yo
I you, baby
I love you,
I'll treat you

I got for you
I got for you
I got for you
I got for you