Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood,
Palm trees, Hollywood
the show
Before we take it down, I everybody in the buiding right now
from to left, front to back, left to right,
to put both in the sky right now before we get to the next song
We got any hip-hop fans out there? y'all at? Make some noise
Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me hear you make some 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 think?
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 in the video
Insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my
So whatchu

See when comes from the center, I'mma tumble to my members
I you heard that I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners
Gimmie them I make miles 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 'cause I ain't had no Caddy
Gladly, didn't always have that cake but I had a patty
Or at least a girl like Ayesha from Cincinnati

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

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the paper 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
Where dopes seek refinement
And the pros wanna it client
And the wanna see my rhymin'
For the dose of the secret (yeah)
Way through the on the way

To the stage at the of Amazing Grace (okay)
And a raised in the rays of the Sun
fade in the shade of the day (okay)
Will you lay in a with a snake
Gettin' on the back and it nailed to the palm?
Not the nails from but the nails that attack
And a razor blade to the face
To clear sins? Nah
They don't want fate, no
They won't take that place,
Gotta get mine from the love from below and 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, Tzatziki on my Gyro

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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 (why?) 'cause they ain't 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 Hall of
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 that
And I'm smooth as Michael eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down just like Jubei, the whole timeline got that
Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my
That's ying-yang, Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
the best of both worlds like God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now this might you insane
Keep blacks all around that waist, but don't make 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 my Rolay
Told her hope and her 'lobe just like Evander Holay
That's than a solar panel, power panoramic camera
Tanner family album, used to smuggle cocaine
Now they don't want that beef, let that talk like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, mild sauce on my wings

Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
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? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
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 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 gangster to be 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 gangster to be in the video
Timbuck2, basically just a kid from Chicago that DJ'ing