Luyện nghe bài hát Celebrity

[Lloyd
I just touched down, Ferrari to
I even home and they 're talking about me
fuck out my ear if you
freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers don 't know me Nah I ain't your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I my wheel chromey
My my Rolly
My my forty
Jamaica shawty
these I took in the gut yo
the 's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow
my mind, you whippin ' the truck load
my Pop dead, but he live his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating lobster and in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack over the
You know, I go the gun go [Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the (hey)
ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch
I a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your ass slide this
While I get paper, paper
While I get paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need none of y 'all) celebrity
(Keep your awards)
I'm a celebrity (Take your smile off)
celebrity
aint changed nigger [Lloyd Banks]
The will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche
platinum hammer the

wreck the up, I'm too tough
inner city grammer
step your jewels up, they up
I'll sparkle for the camera harsh reality 's what (?) holding them back opening
verbal attack all these niggas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind they pray on, spending half of their day on
lay on, niggas for days, just shots on
my system knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping the ground too hot

spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks
two in the air for niggas that aint here
two tone, two door, top, roof floor
green guap galore, in and out of new
that light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem]
there are enough insults in my
to fill up a jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare
you 'll never see me again, Amelia
I'm poppin' a off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be up
like ground round or a of chuck
tightly wound as
till the marshalls come shut
Fire marshall 'em up I guess you should just shut the fuck up
and stop fucking around and
I aint playing this time, I told you I 'm not down for blunts to say I keep it 100 would probably redundant
like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to
and blowing your dick
is she up to and down to fuck
it's a World and I'm trapped in a land of smut
with a thousand wrapped with muzzles
running through a house of
otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth 's up and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my butt
and aint changed, my shit still dont stink player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a park celebrity
maybe my complexion became a paler
poster child for white trash, I'm a garbage pale kid sailor yeah, see me up all in your bitch means I 'ma rape her, all I got for these hoes is dick tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for table
scraps to her
I don't subscribe to the or the free press but homie I get the paper!