Luyện nghe bài hát Celebrity

[Lloyd
I just touched down, to concrete
I ain't home and they 're talking about me
out my ear if you talking
'bout 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 name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my chromey
My Bentley my
My my forty
Jamaica shawty
these losses I in the gut yo
the work 's still here, I'm cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck
my Pop dead, but he live his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back crack over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the (hey)
ain't bout to let a come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the
I might just let your ass slide time
While I get this paper,
I get this paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need none of y 'all) celebrity
(Keep punk-ass awards)
I'm a (Take your fake smile off)
celebrity
aint nothing changed [Lloyd Banks]
The media will ya, popularity is pressure
Porche
hammer through the

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

they spot me, chase a nigga down two blocks
two shots in the air for niggas aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof
green guap galore, in and out of new
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi
I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass [Eminem]
there are enough insults in my
to up a swear jar
and have it so dont get me going, don't dare start
you 'll never see me again, Earhart
I'm a wheelie off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be up
like ground or a pound of chuck
tightly as fuck
till the marshalls come shut
Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you just shut the fuck up
and stop around and duck
I aint playing this time, I told you I 'm not down for blunts to say I keep it 100 would probably sound
like calling a bitch a hoe, or a gal to suck
and your dick cock
is she up to scew and to fuck
it's a man's and I'm trapped in a land of smut
with a sluts wrapped with muzzles
through a house of muts
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 fucking
and aint changed, my shit still dont stink player
my farts may become staler ever since I became a trailer 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 news or the free press but I get the paper!