Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood,
Palm trees, Hollywood
Enjoy the
we take it down, I need everybody in the buiding right now
from to left, front 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 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 bring the
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my
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 to be dancin' 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 think?

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

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 me, dug out like a nappy snappy, even Lassie
me, tag me for grappling so I can get back to wrestlin'
For the love because the foundation is my heart, that's my
Play my part, make communications my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got chico from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my

Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
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the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, yeah (why?), uh 'cause 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, want it than Karrueche Tran, Hula dance
Not like Yokozuna in 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 mind and on a coast with a decent
Where dopes seek refinement
And the pros keep it client
And the wanna see my rhymin'
For the dose of the science (yeah)
Way the maze on the way

To the at the pace of Amazing Grace (okay)
And a raisin raised in the of the Sun
Wouldn't fade in the of the day (okay)
Will you lay in a cage with a
Gettin' on the back and it nailed to the palm?
Not the from salons but the nails that attack
And a rusty razor to the face
To clear sins? Nah
don't want that 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 kind but I'm relax
But design all the time floods
If you see me from the high road, more on my Gyro

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

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got that
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' creme and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down just like Jubei, the whole timeline got that
Hard and soft when I lay it down, Wu-Tang logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
That's the best of both worlds like God caused the Big
(Mind blown) Now this might drive you
Keep blacks all around 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",
than a goalay, golder than my Rolay
Told her and hold her 'lobe just like Evander Holay
That's cleaner than a solar panel, power panoramic
Tanner family photo album, used to smuggle
Now they don't that beef, let that child talk like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, extra mild on my wings

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
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
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 kickin' it

Stay 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 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 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 a kid from Chicago that loves DJ'ing