Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Fiasco, Hollywood, California
Palm trees, lights
the show
Before we take it down, I everybody in the buiding right now
from right to left, to back, left to right,
to put both hands in the sky right now we get to the next song
We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? some noise
ready 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 of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too gangster to be in the video
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

See when loves comes the center, I'mma 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 myself 'cause I had no Caddy
Gladly, didn't always have that cake but I had a patty
Or at least a home girl like from Cincinnati

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

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them for the paper like 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 least I'm tryin', in the hopes that I see some
On a boat and a piece of and on a coast with a decent climate
Where dopes wanna 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 at the pace of Amazing Grace (okay)
And a raised in the rays of the Sun
Wouldn't fade in the of the day (okay)
you lay in a cage with a snake
Gettin' filleted on the and it nailed to the palm?
Not the nails from salons but the that attack
And a razor blade to the face
To your sins? Nah
They want that fate, no
They take that place, yeah
Gotta get mine from the love below 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 the high road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
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 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
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 to be dancin' in the video
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got that
And I'm as Michael Bublé eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down like Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang 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, send slaves, like, "I don't wanna work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, golder my Rolay
Told her and hold her 'lobe just like Evander Holay
That's than a solar panel, power panoramic camera
family photo album, used to smuggle cocaine
Now they don't want that beef, let that child like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, extra sauce on my wings

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
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?
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie 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 ain't kickin' it

Stay 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

We got any hip-hop out there? Where 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 loves DJ'ing