Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

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

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

Word to Ken and Kathy, who that we can't be happy?
Sadly that it ain't no on that block, let Laffy Taffy
Tried to trap me, dug out like a snappy, even 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, make with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got that from my vatos
in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the paper I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all me like a movin' van
Future, it cuter than Karrueche Tran, Hula dance
Not like 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 with a decent climate
Where dopes seek refinement
And the wanna keep it client
And the wanna see my rhymin'
For the of the secret science (yeah)
Way the maze on the way

To the stage at the of Amazing Grace (okay)
And a raisin 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 that attack
And a rusty blade to the face
To clear your Nah
don't want that fate, no
They won't take that place,
Gotta get mine from the love 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, more on my Gyro

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
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, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie 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 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 of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too to be dancin' in the video
Yeah, uh, uh

Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got that Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé creme brulee and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down just like Jubei, the timeline got that sauce
Hard and when I lay it down, gotta 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 might drive you
Keep all around that waist, but don't wanna make us senseis
That's insane, send slaves, man's like, "I don't wanna work, send
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, golder than my
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 that beef, let that talk like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, mild sauce on my wings

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

Stay insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the
Yeah, I came, that's why I in the game 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

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