Luyện nghe bài hát Celebrity

[Lloyd
I just touched down, Ferrari to
I ain't even home and they 're talking me
fuck out my ear if you
'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You don 't know me Nah I ain't your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I my wheel chromey
My my Rolly
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 through his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back like over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the (hey)
bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the
I might let your ass slide this time
While I get paper, paper
While I get paper, paper
Cause I'm a (I don 't need none of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity
(Keep punk-ass awards)
I'm a celebrity (Take fake smile off)
celebrity
aint changed nigger [Lloyd Banks]
The media will test ya, popularity is
Panamera
platinum hammer the

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

they me, they chase a nigga down two blocks
two shots in the air for niggas aint here
two tone, two door, top, roof floor
green galore, in and out of new hall
that bright you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm snap a picture through your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem]
are enough insults in my head
to fill up a jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare
you 'll never see me again, Amelia
I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a unfair start
I'm grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up
like ground round or a pound of
tightly wound as
the fire marshalls come shut
Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you should just 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 sound redundant
like a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing dick cock
is she up to scew and to fuck
it's a man's and I'm trapped in a land of smut
a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles
running through a 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 my fucking butt
and aint shit changed, my shit still dont player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a park celebrity
my complexion became a little paler
poster child for 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 duck tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for table
to scrape her
I don't subscribe to the news or the free but homie I get the paper!