Luyện nghe bài hát It Wasn't Me, It Was The Fame

[erick
As the wind sets the mood, it's to let off
A tried to play me, the e I'm not soft
I'm very hardcore, bombs like warsaw
It me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the plan
To step up, and put the mic in my
Everybody was there, from junior high to schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the
I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "yo, I wanna the set" "yeah no sweat"
Kickin in the place, people couldn't take it
The style I flowed, the way I shaked and it
Later on I a record, and got recognition
jockin, now nobody's dissin
Written and by the new rap duo
Yes epmd, now I'm in school
I see the backstabbers, and the elderly features
used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the
Tip tip-top and I stop
To be the master, in the field of
I did that, and got a name for
The image of e, and all of my
I see my fake friends, but things the same
Oh what a shame, I em
Who to it wasn't me it was the .. "fame!"

[p] it me it was the .. "fame!"

[parrish
Before I cut records I had dreams of large
Earnin crazy flow, the whole nine yards
But when I told my college friends they kicked back and
Said, "you better grab your books and take your to class"
They said, "you couldn't make a and expect to get paid
Cause too many def rappers in the world today"
I said, "yo, my is m.d. and my style is def"
They said, "your name is parrish son, you're like all the
Frontin you gettin a contract, but you 'fess"
But when you heard my record playin, mouth was wide open
Your head was tilted back that you was almost
But I just lounge, and with the fellas
Like my roomie d-wade, top notch, and ellis
I never with girls, only one and she was mellow
First was terry, last name romanello
My records sellin then p withdrew
From the college southern con, as scsu
But when I often go and visit say, "p bust a rhyme"
I shake my head and then chuckle, and up the peace sign
They wanna feel my gold and sport my
But p reply it's really nothin, and don't like to
And when I step up on the scene I always hear whisper
"yo p's not the same, did you see him you? "
I go deep into my thoughts, then I questioned my
It me, the money, or the fortune, it was the .. "fame!"

[p] it me it was the .. "fame!"

[erick
Oh!
Now you wanna me, before you wasn't speakin
Now you yo! mtv raps every weekend
to see me, the e and the p
Coolin out on the scene, with fab 5
then you didn't know, that I was determined
To be a def with the name erick sermon
To be a crowd mover, that cause trouble
Then I thought, and came up with e
I can't forget, how they used to
he can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you stupid
by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock g's, trunk jewels, and trims
Cool town, and flex my black benz
Definitely hooked up, the system that cranks
well off, with the ? in the bank
Epmd, is parrish makin dollars
on tour, so you can call us roads/rhodes scholars
You saw me in eighty-seven, where have you because we miss you
I you, it wasn't me who dissed you, it was the .. "fame!"

[e] it me it was the .. "fame!"

smith]
As I freak a style, to a funky fresh rhythm
I use my crazy def talent, that God has
Me to flow slow, and live large
To drop a def lp, and catch off guard
Because my friends started buggin, we used to cool at the
But on the s.t., the sneak tip, they for my downfall
I to cruise by in my rock and always hear them mumble
"they got on strictly biz but watch the next one crumble"
My always told me to wisen up son
if you hung with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th one
So I cut my friends off, and p went for
Me and erick sermon, and no one
writin def lyrics to my best ability
With the crazy imagination as my only
Cause mc's around my way how def they are
But now they full time, and sharin their mom's cars
Always frontin to the girls, how hard you can
But you leave out how you carpin to go punch the
we came hittin hard, so all the talkin had to halt
But blame us, blame god, it's his fault
For us on the mission of a point of no return
To do a crab mc, who did not
Now when you're hot hot, and when you're not you're not
And when it comes to funky music, the two rock the
So next time you see me coolin, your lip and respect
Between me and you sonny, straight up, I'm death
I cooled on the run tour, with flavor and
Jazzy jeff and the fresh prince but I guess was luck
I did in crazy countries, like europe and france
Copenhagen, denmark, and
I been to our country, that they call africa
Keep eyes on your girl, cause p'll be watchin around the
Tick tick'n, yo out p rippin
A new way to sway, cause brothers vickin
Flows and echoes, that sound
But you're rhymin in circles, and you sayin jack
So take it in stride, by the way I'm still the
First name is still parrish, sue's my girl, nuttin
You I act funny, but who's to blame?
It wasn't yo! mtv raps, the money, or train
It was the .. "fame!"

[p] it me it was the .. "fame!"

* dj k. la boss up "fame!" *

and parrish talk to outro]