Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood,
Palm trees, Hollywood
the show
Before we take it down, I need everybody in the right now
from right to left, 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 hear you make 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 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
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 think?

See when loves from the center, I'mma tumble to my members
I heard you heard I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners
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 'cause I ain't had no Caddy
Gladly, didn't always that cake but I always had a patty
Or at least a home girl like Ayesha Cincinnati

to Ken and Kathy, who says that we can't be happy?
Sadly that it ain't no joke on that block, let 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 the foundation is my heart, that's my start
Play my part, make with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got chico from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my

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

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the like I'm Superman
Past, put it all behind me like a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, Hula
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 piece of mind and on a coast with a climate
Where wanna seek refinement
And the pros wanna keep it
And the wanna see my rhymin'
For the dose of the secret (yeah)
Way through the 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 salons but the nails that attack
And a rusty razor to the face
To your sins? Nah
They want that fate, no
They won't that place, yeah
Gotta get mine from the love from and above in the mud
And the mind of a but I'm tryna relax
But design all the time like
If you see me from the high road, Tzatziki on my Gyro

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the mic, whatchu 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, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?) 'cause ain't 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 game to do my
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 Day, in the groove you got that Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' brulee and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down like Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
Hard and when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
the best of both worlds like God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now this might drive you
Keep blacks all around that waist, but don't wanna make us
That's insane, send slaves, like, "I don't wanna work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, golder my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe just like Evander
That's cleaner than a panel, power panoramic camera
Tanner family album, used to smuggle cocaine
Now they don't want that beef, let that child like a king
Let cat walk in the street, extra mild sauce on my wings

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the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 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 want? the mic, whatchu want?
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 came in the game to do my
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 gangster to be dancin' in the

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
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