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
right to left, front to back, left to right,
to put both hands in the sky right now before we get to the song
We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? some noise
Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me 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 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 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 whatchu

See when loves from the center, I'mma tumble to my members
I you heard that I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners
Gimmie them inches I make out them, bitches, bru
Listen, you couldn't do a mile in trial while in my
Tour de Force, 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 cake but I always had a
Or at least a home girl Ayesha from Cincinnati

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

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the paper I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all behind me a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, dance
Not like in booty pants, on Hoover, I do the Dam
Or at least I'm tryin', in the hopes I see some diamonds
On a boat and a piece of mind and on a coast a decent climate
Where dopes wanna refinement
And the pros wanna it client
And the cults wanna see my
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
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 nails from but the nails that attack
And a razor blade to the face
To clear your Nah
don't want that fate, no
They won't that place, yeah
Gotta get mine the love from below and above in the mud
And the mind of a but I'm tryna relax
But design all the time floods
If you see me the high road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

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

Stay 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?
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 in the video
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the you got that Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' creme and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down like Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
Hard and soft I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, Baby 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 don't wanna make us
That's insane, send slaves, man's like, "I don't wanna work, send
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, than my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her just like Evander Holay
That's cleaner than a solar panel, power camera
Tanner family album, used to smuggle cocaine
Now they don't want that beef, let that talk like a king
Let cat walk in the street, extra mild sauce on my wings

Gimmie the mic, whatchu 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 want? 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 (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 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 in the video

We got any hip-hop fans out there? 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 that DJ'ing