Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Fiasco, Hollywood, California
trees, Hollywood lights
Enjoy the
Before we it down, I need everybody in the buiding right now
from to left, front to back, left to right,
to put both hands in the sky right now before we get to the song
We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? some noise
Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me hear you some fuckin' noise

Say insane, in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I in the game to do my thang
So whatchu
my story on the wall,
on the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in Hall of
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too gangster to be dancin' in the
Insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the to do my thang
So whatchu

See when loves comes from the center, tumble to my members
I you heard that I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners
Gimmie them inches I make out them, bitches, bru
Listen, you do a mile in trial while in my innertube
Tour de Force, so I am not the daddy
Had to move the club all by myself I ain't had no Caddy
Gladly, didn't have that cake but I always had a patty
Or at least a home girl like Ayesha from

Word to Ken and Kathy, who says that we can't be
Sadly that it ain't no joke on that block, let Laffy
Tried to me, dug out like a nappy snappy, even Lassie
Attacked me, tag me for grappling so I can get to wrestlin'
For the love because the is my heart, that's my start
my part, make communications with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got that chico my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, on my tacos

Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
Gimmie the mic, (why?), uh 'cause they ain't kickin' it right

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the paper I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all behind me a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, Hula
Not like in booty pants, on Hoover, I do the Dam
Or at least I'm tryin', in the hopes I see some diamonds
On a boat and a piece of mind and on a coast a decent climate
Where dopes seek refinement
And the pros keep it client
And the cults see my rhymin'
For the of the secret science (yeah)
Way through the on the way

To the stage at the pace of Grace (okay)
And a raisin in the rays of the Sun
Wouldn't fade in the of the day (okay)
you lay in a cage with a snake
Gettin' filleted on the back and it nailed to the
Not the from salons but the nails that attack
And a rusty razor to the face
To clear sins? Nah
They don't that fate, no
They won't take place, yeah
Gotta get from the love from below and above in the mud
And the mind of a kind but I'm tryna
But design all the time like
If you see me from the high road, Tzatziki on my Gyro

Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?) they ain't kickin' it right

Stay insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I in the game to do my thang
So whatchu
my story on the wall,
on the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too to be dancin' in the video
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Day, in the groove you got that Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' creme and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down just like Jubei, the timeline got that sauce
and soft when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
That's the best of both like God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now this drive you insane
Keep blacks all around that waist, but wanna make us senseis
That's insane, send slaves, man's like, "I wanna work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, golder my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe like Evander Holay
cleaner than a solar panel, power panoramic camera
Tanner family album, used to smuggle cocaine
Now they don't want beef, let that child talk like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, extra sauce on my wings

Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?) they ain't kickin' it right

Stay insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I in the game to do my thang
So think?
Write my on the wall,
on the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in Hall of
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too to be dancin' in the video

We got any hip-hop fans out there? y'all at? Make some noise
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too to be dancin' in the video
Timbuck2, basically just a kid from that loves DJ'ing