Luyện nghe bài hát Price of Fame

Paparazzi after my shows me questions
God fed up with my soul so no blessing
Happiness can't be bought or sold, I learned my
Now I see what fame really get you
Bottle by the night stand, ease the stress
Dealing with depression, on the dresser
Fiending for affection so I'm out the section
Now I see what fame really you

Now I see fame will get you
Lifestyles of the and famous
That lifestyle left a lot of rich fold
To the
Yeah, we broke, but that life was simple
Besides, food is food, is water, air is air, the rest is mental
I did without until I did
I on beat what I wrote in pen
I gave my all giving in
But it's a thin between heavenly divine and a living a life of sin
in codes to my worthy friends
Greenroom full, I pray we let the devil in
A lot of faces I know
A lot of "where you been"'s, you was really looking for me
I was in the wind, life is just a game now
Really got my aim down to shoot for
I ain't been to church in years and it even far
This ain't even of the battle, I ain't even start
All I do is
I see what fame get's you

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah yeah (This even half of the battle, I ain't even start
All I do is
I see fame really get's you)
Now I see what fame get's you
Yeah,

Paparazzi after my shows me questions
God fed up with my soul so no blessing
Happiness can't be or sold, I learned my lesson
Now I see what fame will get you
by the night stand, that ease the stress
Dealing with depression, on the dresser
Fiending for so I'm buying out the section
Now I see what really gets you

I bought a bottle to sew my soul
Still crying granny
was some years ago, I'm a man now
I came up to hold my fam
Can't tell them my depression cause most them fans now
Got to protect myself at all
I know some that got sued by their bloodline
Lord forbid I let my blood down, the first time I say no, guess we ain't now
Scared, me as a man is like all they see
Scott, trapped as Big K.R.I.T. screaming it's really me
When it was only us it was love, how could this be?
When falling out for some is not the V.I.P
And a simple means we talking work
To play a song that's almost perfect but it need my
You got an artist, but I'm family, but you a purse
You hit the city but call me first
That's what fame you

Paparazzi after my shows me questions
God fed up with my so ain't no blessing
Happiness be bought or sold, I learned my lesson
Now I see what will really get you
Bottle by the stand, that ease the stress
Dealing with depression, on the dresser
Fiending for affection so I'm buying out the
Now I see what fame will get you