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, front to back, 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
Y'all for Lupe Fiasco? Let me hear you make some fuckin' noise

Say 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 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 in the video
Insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the to do my thang
So whatchu

See when loves comes the center, I'mma tumble to my members
I heard you heard that I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my
Gimmie them inches I make out them, bitches, bru
Listen, you couldn't do a mile in trial while in my
Tour de Force, tied so I am not the
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 Cincinnati

Word to Ken and Kathy, who says we can't be happy?
Sadly that it ain't no 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 because the foundation is my heart, that's my start
Play my part, make communications my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got chico from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the like I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all me like a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, Hula
Not like 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 mind and on a 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 secret (yeah)
Way through the on the way

To the stage at the pace of Grace (okay)
And a raised in the rays of the Sun
fade in the shade of the day (okay)
Will you lay in a cage with a
filleted on the back and it nailed to the palm?
Not the nails from but the nails that attack
And a rusty blade to the face
To clear your Nah
They don't want fate, no
They won't take place, yeah
Gotta get mine from the from below and above in the mud
And the mind of a but I'm tryna relax
But design all the time like
If you see me from the road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

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, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
the mic, whatchu want? 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 (why?) 'cause they ain't 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 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 groove you got that
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' creme and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down just Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my
That's ying-yang, that's Baby Boy and Rhames
the best of both worlds like God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now this might you insane
Keep blacks all around that waist, but don't wanna make us
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 cleaner than a solar panel, power camera
Tanner family photo album, used to smuggle
Now they don't that beef, let that child talk like a king
Let cat walk in the street, extra mild sauce on my wings

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, whatchu
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 (why?) they ain't kickin' it right

Stay 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 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 Chicago that DJ'ing