Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood,
trees, Hollywood lights
Enjoy the
Before we take it down, I everybody in the buiding right now
from to left, front to back, left to right,
to put both hands in the sky right now 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 you make some fuckin' 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 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 gangster to be dancin' in the
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?

See when loves comes from the center, I'mma 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 while in my innertube
de Force, tied so I am not the daddy
Had to move the club all by myself 'cause I ain't had no
Gladly, didn't always that cake but I always had a patty
Or at least a home girl Ayesha from Cincinnati

to Ken and Kathy, who says that we can't be happy?
Sadly that it no joke 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 to wrestlin'
For the love the foundation is my heart, that's my start
my part, make communications with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got that chico my vatos
Down in in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos

the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
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Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
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Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, yeah (why?), uh 'cause they 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, dance
Not Yokozuna 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 of mind and on a coast with a decent climate
dopes wanna seek refinement
And the wanna keep 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 Amazing (okay)
And a raised in the rays of the Sun
Wouldn't in the shade of the day (okay)
Will you lay in a cage a snake
Gettin' filleted on the and it nailed to the palm?
Not the nails from salons but the that attack
And a rusty razor to the face
To your sins? 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 of a kind but I'm tryna relax
But all the time like floods
If you see me from the high road, more on my Gyro

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

Stay 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
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 like Jubei, the whole timeline got that
Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta 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 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, send
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, than my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe like Evander Holay
That's cleaner a solar panel, power panoramic camera
family photo album, used to smuggle cocaine
Now they don't that beef, let that child talk like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, extra mild on my wings

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

Stay 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 to be dancin' in the video

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