Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood,
Palm trees, lights
Enjoy the
Before we take it down, I need everybody in the right 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 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 bring the
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 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 from the center, I'mma to my members
I heard you that 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 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 always had a
Or at least a home girl like from Cincinnati

Word to Ken and Kathy, who that we can't be happy?
Sadly that it ain't no joke on that block, let Laffy
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 foundation is my heart, my start
Play my part, communications with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got that chico my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, on my tacos

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' papers for the paper like I'm Superman
Past, put it all behind me like a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Tran, Hula dance
Not Yokozuna in booty pants, on Hoover, I do the Dam
Or at least I'm tryin', in the hopes that I see diamonds
On a boat and a piece of and on a coast with a decent climate
Where wanna seek refinement
And the pros wanna keep it
And the cults wanna see my
For the dose of the science (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
Wouldn't fade in the of the day (okay)
you lay in a cage with a snake
Gettin' on the back and it nailed to the palm?
Not the nails salons but the nails that attack
And a rusty razor blade to the
To clear sins? Nah
They don't want fate, no
They won't that place, yeah
Gotta get mine from the love from and above in the mud
And the mind of a kind but I'm relax
But design all the time like
If you see me from the high road, Tzatziki on my Gyro

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, 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, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu 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 in the game to do my thang
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 dancin' in the
Yeah, uh, uh

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

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 Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?) 'cause 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 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 dancin' in the

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 that loves DJ'ing