Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

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

Say 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 think?
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 to be dancin' in the video
Insane, in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my
So think?

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
them inches I make miles 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 I ain't had no Caddy
Gladly, didn't have that cake but I always had a patty
Or at a home girl like Ayesha from Cincinnati

Word to Ken and Kathy, who says we can't be happy?
Sadly that it 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 is my heart, that's my start
Play my part, communications with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got chico from my vatos
Down in in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos

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

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

To the stage at the pace of Amazing (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
filleted on the back and it nailed to the palm?
Not the nails from salons but the that attack
And a rusty razor to the face
To your sins? Nah
don't want that fate, no
They won't take 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 like floods
If you see me from the high road, more on my Gyro

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

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

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

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?
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 gangster to be dancin' in the

We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where 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 Chicago that loves