Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Fiasco, Hollywood, California
Palm trees, Hollywood
Enjoy the
Before we it down, I need everybody in the buiding right now
from right to left, 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? Make noise
Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me you make some fuckin' noise

Say insane, in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the 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
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

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

to Ken and Kathy, who says that we can't be happy?
Sadly it ain't no joke on that block, let Laffy Taffy
Tried to trap me, dug out like a nappy snappy, Lassie
Attacked me, tag me for grappling so I can get back to
For the love because the foundation is my heart, that's my
my part, make communications with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got that chico from my
Down in in El Paso, Tapatío 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?
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 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, yeah (why?), uh they ain't kickin' it right

Yeah, uhh
Doin' papers for the paper like I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all behind me a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, dance
Not like Yokozuna in 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 wanna 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 raised in the of the Sun
fade in the shade 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 but the nails that attack
And a rusty razor to the face
To clear sins? Nah
They want that fate, no
They won't take that place,
Gotta get mine from the love from and above in the mud
And the mind of a kind but I'm relax
But all the time like floods
If you see me from the road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

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

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

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got Lupe
And I'm as Michael Bublé eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down just like Jubei, the whole timeline got sauce
Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, that's Baby Boy and Rhames
That's the best of both worlds God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now might drive you insane
Keep blacks all that waist, but don't wanna make us senseis
That's insane, slaves, man's like, "I don't wanna work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, than my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe just like Evander
cleaner than a solar panel, power panoramic camera
Tanner family photo album, used to smuggle
Now they don't want that beef, let that talk like a king
Let cat walk in the street, extra mild sauce on my wings

the mic, whatchu 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, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?) 'cause they kickin' it right

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