Luyện nghe bài hát F.A.M.E.

[Verse 1: Young
F-ck these haters, I'd 'em all if I could
Ain't scared of of y'all, so you know my aim good
bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Zero, on my way to kush heaven
slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you scream to God, but he can't hear you
And even if you did, probably be his answer
you complaining about? It ain't like you got cancer
Do it for my niggas on the block got it worse
First the love, the hate, that just a trap nigga's curse
I betcha feel like the whole world on you
But the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you

(The fame)
I wake up and empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so tempt me
Fake envy

(The fame)
I up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock it's empty
I'm already on the edge, so don't tempt me
motherfuckers envy

[Verse 2: Young
You to tell me from runnin' my big mouth
I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevator'd up, black floors
Just to sit around and feel it ain't yours
Your conscience gotcha feelin' you done somethin' wrong
But the say motherf-cker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this
See Ruth's Chris here, what the f-ck's wrong wit' you
Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's seven
Gates state of mind wit' a automatic weapon
You might me from puttin' on for the city
Or back when it was on two, goin' for the
Opened up a few squares, up a few tours
Just to niggas keys open up doors
"Oh, we don't f-ck wit' no mo'" Why not?
The thing I can figure, 'cause he on top

(The fame)
I wake up and empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't me
Fake envy

(The fame)
I wake up and empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so tempt me
Fake motherfuckers

(The fame)

3: T.I.]
What up, world? Long time,
Hey,

Lately, I off and out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha bidne' right, and the hell up out of mind
I'm out my mind, tryin' to fix it 'fore I'm out of
Don't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm fine
Another year in prison, this is it for me
Tryna make it the storm, should be makin' history
No feelin' sorry for me, keep ya and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make 'em hate my spirit, they wish could kill it
And they'll take it they can get it
see me fulla misery, walkin' wit' my head down
"Let's decapitate 'im, then see if he can wear his crown!"

(The fame)
I wake up and feel
make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't me
motherf-ckers envy

(The fame)
I wake up and empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so tempt me
Fake envy

(The fame)
I wake up and empty
make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so tempt me
motherfuckers envy

(The fame) I wake up and empty
Shit make you squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake envy

(The fame)