Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Fiasco, Hollywood, California
trees, Hollywood lights
Enjoy the
Before we take it down, I need everybody in the buiding now
right to left, front to back, left to right,
to put hands in the sky right now before we get to the next song
We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? some noise
Y'all ready for 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 the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I in the game to do my thang
So whatchu

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

Word to Ken and Kathy, who says we can't be happy?
Sadly that it no joke on that block, let Laffy Taffy
Tried to trap me, dug out a nappy snappy, even Lassie
me, tag me for grappling so I can get back 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 that from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the paper I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all me like a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, dance
Not Yokozuna in booty pants, on Hoover, I do the Dam
Or at least I'm tryin', in the that I see some diamonds
On a boat and a of mind and on a coast with a decent climate
Where dopes seek refinement
And the pros wanna it client
And the wanna see my rhymin'
For the of the secret science (yeah)
Way the maze on the way

To the stage at the pace of Grace (okay)
And a raisin raised in the of the Sun
Wouldn't in the shade of the day (okay)
Will you lay in a with a snake
Gettin' filleted on the back and it nailed to the
Not the nails from but the nails that attack
And a razor blade to the face
To your sins? Nah
don't want that fate, no
They won't take that place,
Gotta get mine from the love from and above in the mud
And the of a kind but I'm tryna relax
But all the time like floods
If you see me from the road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

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

insane, 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
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
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got Lupe
And I'm as Michael Bublé eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down like Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
Hard and soft when I lay it down, Wu-Tang logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
That's the best of both worlds like God caused the Big
(Mind blown) Now this drive you insane
blacks all around that waist, but don't wanna make 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 her 'lobe just like Evander Holay
That's cleaner than a solar panel, power panoramic
Tanner family 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? 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, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?) 'cause they kickin' it right

insane, 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 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? some noise
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too gangster to be in the video
Timbuck2, basically a kid from Chicago that loves DJ'ing