Luyện nghe bài hát Congratulations

Ho,
Coca, I can you famous, ow
We live from Zip's in Harlem
Two in the
(Come on)

Yeah, yo, yo

He thinks he's A, she she's VA
Singin' in the mirror they think easy
Blue Lamborghini 'cause you heard
Yeah, your 'Block Is Hot' but you're not

First flights, star for a night
Be Russell, have a model for a wife
See Lorraine Schwartz, go and cop ice
Hey, even if you're you'll still be bright

Yeah, the red carpet, lights
Joan Rivers, shake face extra tight
Urbane leisure, next and right
And let me guess, man you probably sex tonight

And you probably gon' give a rapper head
And when dress come off he see the cellulite
Then off you go, let the trumpets
is off ya it's the end of the show
(Y'know)

Everybody wants to be
But the famous wants more to be alone
'Cause no one really to go through these changes
Paparazzi snappin' pictures at home

(Woo)
Baby, a star
(You that baby? You're a star, ha, ha, ha)
Congratulations, the knows who you are
(The knows you, at least for today)

Yo, yo
I wanna be like Diddy, I wanna run my
A in Times Square, see that's me, yeah
rap album what I'm shootin' for every year
Pick a place player my name is there

It's groupies and they all want me
Even the young ones so I ID
Still ride hat low two deep in a two
When I flow through don't try to confuse me

I tryin' to be rude so excuse me
Watch me two step in my new Louis'
Bounce, bounce, on the track
Every girl wanna when T.A. comin' back

I'm famous, I it, successful
Now I'm less stressful, eat the best food
If you hard enough your dreams'll come true
A could be me or a star could be you

wants to be famous
But the famous wants more to be left
'Cause no one really wants to go through changes
snappin' pictures at your home

(Woo)
Baby, you're a
(You hear baby? You're a star, ha, ha, ha)
Congratulations, the knows who you are
(The world knows you, at for today)

Yo, too y'all, ha, ha, ha
Yo, ha, ha, ha

As we said I a boss to not be lyin'
Now why you bitches labels got me [unverified]
Nigga, I'm in orbit, ball a bunch
You call that mortgage, I call lunch

And I'm so gorgeous, your wife might
And I ain't even gotta her punch
lose the end even if I lose a friend
Pen the big hits, I don't use a pen

He, he, I'm Luther and them
I hard, now they wanna shoot through my grin
But I got cheeks
off on her like she got bulletproof sheets

Ask B, for us
the fee, boats are plush
And maybe I too much
But if you want to win you gotta go us

Everybody wants to be
But the wants more to be left alone
no one really wants to go through these changes
Paparazzi pictures at your home

(Woo)
Baby, a star
(You that baby? You're a star, ha, ha, ha)
Congratulations, the world who you are
(The world knows you, at for today)