Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Fiasco, Hollywood, California
Palm trees, Hollywood
the show
Before we take it down, I everybody in the buiding right now
right 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 fans out there? Where y'all at? Make some noise
Y'all ready for 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 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
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?

See when loves comes from the center, I'mma tumble to my
I you heard that I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners
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 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 girl like Ayesha from

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

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

Yeah, uhh
them papers for the paper like I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all me like a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, dance
Not like Yokozuna in 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 wanna seek refinement
And the pros wanna it client
And the cults 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 raisin raised in the of the Sun
fade in the shade of the day (okay)
Will you lay in a cage with a
Gettin' filleted on the back and it to the palm?
Not the nails from salons but the nails that
And a rusty razor to the face
To clear your Nah
They don't that fate, no
They won't take place, yeah
Gotta get mine from the love from and above in the mud
And the of a kind but I'm tryna relax
But design all the time like
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? 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, whatchu
Gimmie the mic (why?) they ain't kickin' it right

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 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 dancin' in the
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' creme 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 worlds like God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now this might drive you
Keep blacks all around that waist, but don't make us senseis
That's insane, send slaves, man's like, "I don't wanna work, send
On ships, on waves, in waves",
than a goalay, golder than my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her just like Evander Holay
That's cleaner than a solar panel, power camera
Tanner family photo album, used to smuggle
Now don't want that beef, let that child talk like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, extra sauce on my wings

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie 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, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?) 'cause 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 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 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 gangster to be in the video
Timbuck2, basically just a kid from that loves DJ'ing