Luyện nghe bài hát Price of Fame

Paparazzi my shows asking 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
Bottle by the night stand, that the stress
with depression, pills on the dresser
Fiending for affection so I'm buying out the
Now I see what fame really you

Now I see what fame get you
Lifestyles of the rich and
That lifestyle a lot of rich fold brainless
To the
Yeah, we were broke, but that was simple
Besides, food is food, water is water, air is air, the is mental
I did without until I did
I on beat what I wrote in pen
I gave my all without in
But it's a thin line between heavenly and a living a life of sin
Speak in codes to my worthy
Greenroom full, I pray we let the devil in
A lot of faces I know
A lot of "where you been"'s, like you was looking for me
When I was in the wind, is just a game now
Really got my aim down to shoot for
I ain't to church in years and it ain't even far
This ain't even of the battle, I ain't even start
All I do is
I see what fame really 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 asking me
God fed up with my soul so ain't no
Happiness can't be or sold, I learned my lesson
Now I see fame will really get you
Bottle by the night stand, ease the stress
with depression, pills on the dresser
Fiending for so I'm buying out the section
Now I see what fame gets you

I bought a bottle to sew my soul
crying over granny
That was some ago, I'm a man now
I came up to hold my fam
Can't tell about my depression cause most them fans now
Got to myself at all times
I know partners 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 business man is like all see
Scott, trapped as Big K.R.I.T. screaming it's really me
When it was only us it was only love, how could be?
falling out for some is not getting the V.I.P
And a simple conversation means we work
To play a song that's perfect but it need my verse
You got an artist, but I'm family, but you a purse
You hit the city but don't call me
That's fame gets you

Paparazzi after my asking 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 will really get you
Bottle by the stand, that ease the stress
with depression, pills on the dresser
Fiending for so I'm buying out the section
Now I see what fame really get you