Luyện nghe bài hát Famous (Remix)

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

Man I can understand how it be
Kinda to love a girl like me
I don't blame you much for to be free
I just wanted you to

Swizz me let the beat rock

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

I just you to know
I loved you than your own kin did
From the start
I don't blame you much for to be free
(Maybach Music)
I wanted you to know

The furnace, fires, fortunes, and the
The aura is been known to fill the room
Boom, nigga who are you?
Records on record to kill a crew
Vegas in my a don like the Maloofs
Only one with taste from Kanye on my momma stew
For the ye I've been to be Karmaloop
Malcom X in his head say my name and come to troops
Hands out my pocket I cock it and let it
And was spilling Armadale on a nigga boots
Martin Luther King's real was a dream
Farrakhan's farm was one that I seen
The final call dogs on your deen
Fragrances Provocateur stay on my queen
Mind your business the can intervene
I'm half naked in the GQ
Tours like its Wrestlemania
I'm The Rock fires to the stadium
Burn it down then I'm off to anther
get engaged to a freak just for a couple weeks
Something I can't
If you not a playboy that's something I can't
Win, lose, or draw living like he Biggie Smalls
Balling its tax season I was born to be a
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 motherfucker
How you feelin', how you feelin, how you feelin' in mother fucker, god damn

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

I just wanted you to
I've you better than your own kin did
the very start
I don't blame you much for to be free
I just wanted you to