Luyện nghe bài hát Famous (Remix)

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

Man I can how it might be
hard to love a girl like me
I don't blame you for wanting to be free
I just you to know

Swizz told me let the beat

For all my Southside niggas that know me
I feel like me and Taylor might still sex
Why? I made that bitch (God damn)
I made that bitch
For all the girls that got dick Kanye West
If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's
Why? They mad ain't famous (God damn)
They mad they're still (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 you to know
I loved you than your own kin did
From the very
I don't blame you much for wanting to be
(Maybach Music)
I wanted you to know

The furnace, fires, fortunes, and the
The arrogance is been known to fill the room
Boom, nigga who are you?
Roc-A-Fella Records on record to kill a
in my palms a don like the Maloofs
Only one with beat taste from Kanye on my momma
For the ye I've been known to be
Malcom X in his head say my name and here to troops
out my pocket I cock it and let it loose
And was spilling Armadale on a nigga boots
Martin Luther real estate was a dream
Farrakhan's was one that I once seen
The final call dogs on your deen
Fragrances Agent Provocateur stay on my
Mind your business the killers can
I'm half naked in the GQ
Tours like its Wrestlemania
I'm The Rock setting to the stadium
it down then I'm off to anther beat
Might get engaged to a freak just for a couple
Something I afford
If you not a that's something I can't endorse
Win, lose, or draw William like he Biggie Smalls
Balling its tax I was born to be a boss
See that face froze
Bobby Brown lockjaw, Whitney in the ghost
Coogie and causalities of the fame
Your MCM she even tagging my name

How you feeling right 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 fucker, god damn

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

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