Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

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

Say 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?
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
Insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I the pain
Yeah, I came, why I came in the game to do my thang
So whatchu

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

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

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the like I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all behind me a movin' van
Future, want it than Karrueche Tran, Hula dance
Not Yokozuna 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 of mind and on a coast with a decent climate
dopes wanna seek refinement
And the pros wanna keep it
And the cults wanna see my
For the of the secret science (yeah)
Way the maze on the way

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

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

Stay insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the
Yeah, I came, why I came in the game to do my thang
So whatchu
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 gangster to be dancin' in the
Yeah, uh, uh

Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got that Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid
You can down just like Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
Hard and soft when I lay it down, Wu-Tang logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, that's 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 don't wanna us senseis
That's insane, send slaves, man's like, "I don't work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, golder than my
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe just like Holay
That's cleaner a solar panel, power panoramic camera
family photo album, used to smuggle cocaine
Now they want that beef, let that child talk like a king
Let cat walk in the street, extra mild sauce on my wings

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

Stay insane, in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, why I came 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? Where y'all at? some noise
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too gangster to be dancin' in the
Timbuck2, basically just a kid from Chicago that loves