Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood,
Palm trees, Hollywood
Enjoy the
Before we take it down, I need everybody in the buiding now
from right to left, front to back, 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? Make 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, 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, 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

See when loves comes from the center, tumble to my members
I you heard that I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners
them inches I make miles 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 like Ayesha from

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 me, dug out like 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, that's my
Play my part, make communications my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got chico from my vatos
Down in in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos

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, yeah (why?), uh 'cause they ain't it right

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them 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 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 of the secret science (yeah)
Way the maze on the way

To the stage at the pace of Amazing (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 back and it to the palm?
Not the nails from but the nails that attack
And a rusty razor to the face
To your sins? Nah
They want that fate, no
They take that 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 all the time like floods
If you see me from the road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

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Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 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, 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 brulee and
You can scroll just like Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
That's the best of both worlds like God the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now this drive you insane
Keep blacks all around that waist, but don't wanna make us
That's insane, send slaves, man's like, "I don't work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, golder than my
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe just 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 talk a king
Let that cat walk in the street, mild sauce on my wings

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

insane, 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 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 gangster to be dancin' in the
Timbuck2, basically just a kid from Chicago loves DJ'ing