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

[erick
As the wind the mood, it's time to let off
A tried to play me, the e I'm not soft
I'm very hardcore, droppin like warsaw
It me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master
To up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to schools
to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and by the set
I said, "yo, I wanna the set" "yeah no sweat"
Kickin rhymes in the place, couldn't take it
The style I flowed, the way I and baked it
on I made a record, and got recognition
Everybody's jockin, now nobody's
and produced by the new rap duo
Yes epmd, now I'm in school
I see the backstabbers, and the elderly features
That used to diss me, I was tryin to reach the
Tip tip-top and I won't
To be the master, in the field of
I did that, and got a for myself
The image of e, and all of my
I see my fake friends, but ain't 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 dreams of large
Earnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine
But I told my college friends they kicked back and laughed
Said, "you better your books and take your behind to class"
said, "you couldn't make a record and expect to get paid
Cause there's too def rappers in the world today"
I said, "yo, my is m.d. and my style is def"
They said, "your name is son, you're like all the rest
you gettin a contract, but then you 'fess"
But when you my record playin, your mouth was wide open
Your head was tilted that you was almost chokin
But I just lounge, and cool with the
Like my roomie d-wade, top notch, and james
I never hung girls, only one and she was mellow
First was terry, last name romanello
My started sellin then p withdrew
the college southern con, known as scsu
But when I often go and visit say, "p bust a rhyme"
I shake my head and then chuckle, and throw up the peace
They feel my gold and sport my rolex
But p reply really nothin, and don't like to flex
And I step up on the scene I always hear them whisper
"yo p's not the same, did you see him you? "
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, fab 5 freddy
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 up with e double
I can't forget, how they used to
Sayin he can't rap, because he talks with a
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
around town, and flex my black benz
Definitely hooked up, with the system cranks
Livin off, with the ? in the bank
Epmd, is parrish makin dollars
Always on tour, so you can call us roads/rhodes
You saw me in eighty-seven, where you been because we miss you
I dismissed you, it wasn't me who you, it was the .. "fame!"

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

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

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

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

[erick and talk to outro]