Luyện nghe bài hát Famous (Remix)

Yeah yeah, what up? This your boy Uncle
Shout out to all the ladies that take care of their
all you bum bitches, wow

Man I can understand how it be
hard to love a girl like me
I blame you much for wanting to be free
I wanted you to know

Swizz told me let the rock

For all my Southside niggas that know me
I feel like me and Taylor might still sex
I made that bitch famous (God damn)
I that bitch famous
For all the that got dick from Kanye West
If you see 'em in the give 'em Kanye's best
Why? They mad they ain't (God damn)
They mad they're nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store try his best
But he can't seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood (God damn)
Yeah we still hood

I just wanted you to
I loved you than your own kin did
the very start
I blame you much for wanting to be free
(Maybach Music)
I just wanted you to

The furnace, fires, fortunes, and the
The aura arrogance is been known to the room
Boom, little nigga who are
Roc-A-Fella Records on to kill a crew
Vegas in my palms a don the Maloofs
Only one with beat taste from Kanye on my stew
For the ye I've been to be Karmaloop
X in his head say my name and here come to troops
Hands out my pocket I cock it and let it
And was spilling Armadale on a nigga boots
Luther King's real estate was a dream
Farrakhan's was one that I once seen
The final call dogs on your deen
Agent Provocateur stay on my queen
Mind your business the killers can
I'm half naked in the GQ
Tours looking like its
I'm The Rock setting fires to the
Burn it then I'm off to anther beat
Might get to a freak just for a couple weeks
I can't afford
If you not a playboy something I can't endorse
Win, lose, or draw William living like he Biggie
its tax season I was born to be a boss
See your face froze
Brown lockjaw, Whitney Houston in the ghost
Coogie and Cartier causalities of the
Your bitch MCM she tagging my name

How you right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Let me see middle finger in the air
Let me see you act up in this
How you feelin', how you feelin, how you feelin' in this mother fucker, god

One thing you do is stop us now
You can't stop the now
Man it's way too late, it's way too late, it's way too you can't fuck with us
To the left, to the
I see everybody hands in the air like this

I wanted you to know
loved you better than your own kin did
From the start
I don't blame you for wanting to be free
I just you to know