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

[erick
As the sets the mood, it's time to let off
A sucker tried to play me, the e I'm not
I'm very hardcore, droppin bombs warsaw
It reminds me, back in
When I to a party with the master plan
To up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the and went by the set
I said, "yo, I rock the set" "yeah no sweat"
Kickin rhymes in the place, couldn't take it
The style I flowed, the way I and baked it
Later on I made a record, and got
Everybody's jockin, now dissin
and produced by the new rap duo
Yes epmd, now I'm in school
I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature
That used to diss me, when I was tryin to the
Tip and I won't stop
To be the master, in the field of
I did that, and got a name for
The of e, and all of my wealth
I see my fake friends, but things the same
Oh what a shame, I em
Who to blame? it me it was the .. "fame!"

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

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

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

sermon]
Oh!
Now you wanna know me, you wasn't speakin
Now you watch yo! mtv raps every
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 rapper the name erick sermon
To be a crowd mover, that cause trouble
I thought, and came up with e double
I can't forget, how used to diss
Sayin he can't rap, he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you stupid
Amazed by the the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock g's, trunk jewels, and star
Cool around town, and flex my benz
Definitely hooked up, with the system cranks
Livin well off, the ? in the bank
Epmd, is erick makin dollars
Always on tour, so you can call us scholars
You saw me in eighty-seven, have you been because we miss you
I dismissed you, it me who dissed you, it was the .. "fame!"

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

smith]
As I a funky style, to a funky fresh rhythm
I use my def talent, that God has given
Me to flow slow, and still live
To a def lp, and catch mc's off guard
Because my friends started buggin, we used to cool at the
But on the s.t., the sneak tip, prayed for my downfall
I used to cruise by in my rock and always them mumble
"they got lucky on biz but watch the next one crumble"
My father always me to wisen up son
Cause if you hung with nine 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
Strictly writin def lyrics to my ability
With the imagination as my only utility
mc's around my way brag how def they are
But now they workin time, and sharin their mom's cars
Always to the girls, how hard you can rock
But you leave out how you carpin to go the clock
Yeah we hittin hard, so all the talkin had to halt
But don't blame us, god, it's his fault
For assistin us on the of a point of no return
To do a mc, who did not learn
Now when hot you're hot, and when you're not you're not
And when it comes to funky music, the two the spot
So next time you see me coolin, bite your lip and
Between me and you sonny, up, I'm like death
I on the run tour, with flavor and chuck
Jazzy and the fresh prince but I guess that was luck
I did shows in crazy countries, like and france
Copenhagen, denmark, and
I even been to our country, that they africa
Keep eyes on your girl, cause p'll be watchin around the
tick'n, yo check out p rippin
A new way to sway, cause keep vickin
and echoes, that sound exact
But you're in circles, and you ain't sayin jack
So take it in stride, by the way I'm the same
First name is still parrish, my girl, nuttin changed
You insist I act funny, but to blame?
It wasn't yo! mtv raps, the money, or soul
It was the .. "fame!"

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

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

and parrish talk to outro]