Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

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

Say 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 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 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 think?

See when loves comes from the center, I'mma to my members
I heard you heard I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners
Gimmie them inches I make out them, bitches, bru
Listen, you do a mile 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 had no Caddy
Gladly, didn't always have that cake but I had a patty
Or at least a home girl 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, even
me, tag me for grappling so I can get back to wrestlin'
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 that from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, on my tacos

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the paper like I'm
Past, wanna put it all behind me like a van
Future, want it cuter than Tran, Hula 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 and a piece of mind and on a coast with a decent climate
Where dopes seek refinement
And the pros wanna it client
And the wanna see my rhymin'
For the dose of the science (yeah)
Way through the on the way

To the stage at the pace of Amazing (okay)
And a raisin in the rays of the Sun
Wouldn't fade in the 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 your Nah
They 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 kind but I'm tryna
But all the time like floods
If you see me from the road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

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

Stay 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 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
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the you got that Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' brulee and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down like Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
Hard and when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, that's Baby Boy and Rhames
the best of both worlds like God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now this drive you insane
Keep all around 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",
than a goalay, golder than my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe just Evander Holay
That's cleaner than a panel, power panoramic camera
Tanner family photo album, used to cocaine
Now they don't want that beef, let 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, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?) they ain't kickin' it right

Stay 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?
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, basically just a kid from Chicago that DJ'ing