Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Fiasco, Hollywood, California
trees, Hollywood lights
Enjoy the
Before we it down, I need everybody in the buiding 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 hip-hop fans out there? y'all at? Make some noise
Y'all ready for Lupe 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 of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too gangster to be dancin' in the
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?

See when loves comes from the center, tumble to my members
I heard you heard that I was fly so I'm to my listeners
Gimmie them inches I miles out them, bitches, bru
Listen, you do a mile in trial while in my innertube
Tour de Force, tied so I am not the
Had to move the club all by myself 'cause I ain't had no
Gladly, didn't always have that cake but I always had a
Or at least a home girl like Ayesha from

Word to Ken and Kathy, who says that we can't be
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 to wrestlin'
For the because the foundation is my heart, that's my start
my part, make communications with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got chico from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my

the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
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Gimmie the mic, yeah (why?), uh 'cause they kickin' it right

Yeah, uhh
them papers for the paper like I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all behind me like a van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, 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 piece of mind and on a coast a decent climate
Where wanna seek refinement
And the pros wanna keep it
And the cults wanna see my
For the dose of the secret (yeah)
Way through the on the way

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

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Gimmie the mic (why?) they ain't kickin' 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 of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too to be dancin' in the video
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael eatin' creme brulee 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 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 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 wanna work, slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder a goalay, golder than my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe just like Evander
That's cleaner than a panel, power panoramic camera
Tanner family photo album, used to cocaine
Now they don't that beef, let that child talk like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, extra mild sauce on my

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?
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, 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, why I came 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 to be dancin' in the video

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