Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Fiasco, Hollywood, California
Palm trees, 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? Make some
Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me hear you make some fuckin'

Say 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 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 think?

See when loves comes from the center, I'mma tumble to my
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 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 '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 it ain't no joke on that block, let Laffy 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
Play my part, make with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got that from my vatos
Down in in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos

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, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu 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 Tran, Hula dance
Not like 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 piece of mind and on a coast with a climate
Where dopes wanna refinement
And the pros wanna keep it
And the wanna see my rhymin'
For the dose of the secret (yeah)
Way the maze on the way

To the at the pace of Amazing Grace (okay)
And a raisin in the rays 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 salons but the nails that
And a rusty blade to the face
To clear your Nah
don't want that fate, no
They won't take place, yeah
Gotta get mine the love from below and above in the mud
And the mind of a but I'm tryna relax
But design all the 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, 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 Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?) 'cause they ain't kickin' it

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 think?
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
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 just like Jubei, the whole 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 like God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now this drive you insane
Keep blacks all around that waist, but don't make us senseis
That's insane, slaves, man's like, "I don't wanna work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
than a goalay, golder than my Rolay
Told her hope and her 'lobe just like Evander Holay
That's cleaner than a solar panel, panoramic camera
Tanner family photo album, used to smuggle
Now they don't that beef, let that child talk like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, mild sauce on my wings

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

Stay 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?
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 to be dancin' in the video

We got any hip-hop fans out there? 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 DJ'ing