Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood,
trees, Hollywood lights
Enjoy the
we take it down, I need everybody in the buiding right now
from right to left, front to back, to right,
to put both in the sky right now before we get to the next song
We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? Make noise
Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me hear you make some noise

Say 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 whatchu
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
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?

See when loves comes from the center, I'mma tumble to my
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 do a mile in trial 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 cake 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 joke on that block, let Taffy
to trap me, dug out like a nappy snappy, even Lassie
Attacked me, tag me for grappling so I can get to wrestlin'
For the love because the foundation is my heart, 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

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the paper like I'm
Past, wanna put it all behind me a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Tran, Hula dance
Not like Yokozuna in pants, on Hoover, I do the Dam
Or at I'm tryin', in the hopes that I see some diamonds
On a and a piece of mind and on a coast with a decent climate
Where dopes wanna seek
And the pros keep it client
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
Wouldn't fade in the of the day (okay)
Will you lay in a cage with a
Gettin' filleted on the back and it nailed to the
Not the nails from salons but the nails attack
And a rusty razor to the face
To clear your Nah
don't want that fate, no
They won't that place, yeah
Gotta get mine from the love below and above in the mud
And the mind of a kind but I'm relax
But design all the like floods
If you see me from the high road, more on my Gyro

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Gimmie the mic (why?) 'cause they kickin' 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 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
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' creme and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down just like Jubei, the whole timeline got 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 this might drive you
blacks all around that waist, but don't wanna make us senseis
That's insane, send slaves, like, "I don't wanna work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, than my Rolay
her hope and hold her 'lobe just like Evander Holay
That's cleaner than a solar panel, panoramic camera
Tanner family album, used to smuggle cocaine
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, want? 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, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, 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 kickin' 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 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 to be dancin' in the video

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