Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood,
trees, Hollywood lights
Enjoy the
Before we take it down, I need everybody in the right now
from right to left, to back, left to right,
to put both hands in the sky right now before we get to the next
We got any fans out there? Where y'all at? Make some noise
ready 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 gangster to be dancin' in the
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 when loves comes the center, I'mma tumble to my members
I you heard 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 in trial while in my innertube
de Force, tied so I am not the daddy
Had to the club all by myself 'cause I ain't had no Caddy
Gladly, didn't always have that but I always had a patty
Or at least a home girl like Ayesha from

Word to Ken and Kathy, who says that we be happy?
Sadly 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 back to
For the love because the is my heart, that's my start
my part, make communications with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got that from my vatos
Down in in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos

Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
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Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, 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 behind me a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Tran, Hula dance
Not Yokozuna in booty 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 of mind and on a coast with a decent climate
Where dopes wanna seek
And the pros wanna it client
And the cults see my rhymin'
For the dose of the science (yeah)
Way through the on the way

To the at the pace 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' on the back and it nailed to the palm?
Not the from salons but the nails that attack
And a razor blade to the face
To clear sins? Nah
don't want that fate, no
They take that place, yeah
get mine from the love from below and above in the mud
And the mind of a but I'm tryna relax
But all the time like floods
If you see me from the high road, more on my Gyro

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie 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, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic (why?) 'cause they ain't 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 think?
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
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the you got that Lupe
And I'm smooth as Bublé eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid
You can down just like Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
and soft 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 of both worlds like God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now might drive you insane
Keep blacks all around that waist, but wanna make us senseis
That's insane, slaves, man's like, "I don't wanna work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder a goalay, golder than my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe just like Holay
That's than a solar panel, power panoramic camera
Tanner 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 mild sauce on my

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, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
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, why I came in the game to do my thang
So think?
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 gangster to be dancin' in the

We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? Make noise
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too to be dancin' in the video
Timbuck2, basically just a kid Chicago that loves DJ'ing