Luyện nghe bài hát Almost Famous

I can almost it
shit makes no sense to me
What it all mean?
I can almost it

I can almost it
This makes no sense to me
What it all mean?
I can almost it

Yeah, I stop now
This maybe be the chance I get
To be

You of trading places
I been changing faces
You can not these shoes
There is too much to

Wake up behind trenches
You run around
is too much to lose
You cannot fill shoes

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

I stuck my dick in this like a rapist
call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go than a fed up post office worker

A Merc her with a
I'm pissed off, get
someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a

For a gangster, you shoulda shit your
you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a towel, I faced her around
But his fangs come out, get your blown out
That's what I call blowing your

When I back, like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack that you on, son
Now here I come screaming like I just stepped on one

Low on the till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant
He don't owe them shit
His britches, he out 'em

He's so out he's knocked out of the South Pole
And fucks with him
and postmortem
He's dying of

Take your best rhymes, 'em
try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take your lines and snort 'em
Shit drawers

You gon fuck with a guy who licks the of his chainsaws
While he 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
Game's up, homie, it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing you must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost

You dream of trading
I have changing faces
You can not fill shoes
There is too much to

Wake up behind trenches
You run defenseless
is too much to lose
You cannot these shoes

I want to be famous
But be what you wish for

I'm for revenge
I lost a battle that ain't again
I'm at your like strep
I step, with a pen

wrote on my hand
Someone distorted my
Read I wrote on a napkin
I do I have to, to win

Pull at it all stops, any who a mic prior's
Not even Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And that psycho to pass the torch
To the whacko before I take a shit in his
And it on his porch, now get off my dick

Dick's too a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
You me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact I need a
I laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his like Verne Troyer

the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother weight
He smokes your you beat back bullets
You're full of it; you dissing his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like pissed in his wheaties

No peace treaties, turned into a beast
His new Slim EP's
Got the of the mighty D. R. E
He's famous

You dream of places
I have been changing
You can not fill shoes
is too much to lose

Wake up these trenches
You run around
is too much to lose
You cannot fill shoes

I just want to be
But be what you wish for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, his balls
Screaming the wood off the
And the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no for these brawds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll a penny so hard

He'll a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is out ah
These and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off

can go get a belt or a neck tie,
To themselves by
Like Carradine
can go fuck themselves and just die

And eat shit they at it
He's fucking had it, mad at the whole world
So go to hell and a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get
Then they better me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known grow to be a poet and not know it

And I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar
Higher my opinion of these winners and lords
So witness to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's famous