Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive

All you a lie
Nigga, I ain't been a "yes" man
All you die, you can get murdered on webcam
I get tired; sweat through a headband
You look alive,
that's you don't really know you a dead man

This is God's plan, someone me
I've been sent here from
Evil written on my body
Me and pull up in a red Ferrari
Don't be trying to put fucking arm around me
44 shots traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44
Carbon copies say you
That's for
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
This is not Versace, is hot hibachi
is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Gandhi, a fucking humanoid Anunnaki
With plenty hammers I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners when you talk me
too hard to find me
I've been killing niggas, still ain't nothin' though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep
Spanish bitch wanna give me besos
must've forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib after I clean out your
shit and then put All of your money in a escrow
Fuck you saying, I'm not the one that you play with
I think they mistaken, I wasn't next up?
You thought and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean
Tell P that I'm on one
I'ma beat it with a Du-Rag
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I fuck with you, that's too bad (god damn)
Ho, you played out the thong song
no bygones being bygones
I should murder when I buy guns
Ho, you get stretched like
is my band, I'm Dylon
All I do is just drop bombs on
you cheerleadin' niggas with the
My Jamaica got socks on,
time I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
Peter picked a pepper, and I picked the pressure
a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a stretcher
Peter Piper up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to meet the
Better meet the metal, I'ma a Fujita to measure
Put you deeper than deep of the sea of the desert
I've been scheming while I'm creeping, like fifty feet to the
Niggas and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

508 all on my side, they ride, they gon' ride
Nigga, a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, bitch I
I got no fucking job, this my life, this my, wait—

All of wishy and washy
All y'all my kids in a car
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like
in the sand,
too much time in your hands, I think I need to you a hobby
God got a plan,
hope that God hold your hand, I think I'm 'bout to me a body!
all my teachers that I said I'm back
on my G shit and I'm back to get even
I on tour and got paid,
now I'm back in the region, I let off this mac for no
You are now greatness,
I'm preaching and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you basic motherfuckas are
achievement, and I've just been laughing and
to business, I got mad intentions,
I ain't perfect, I made some bad decisions
But it's competition, I'm a savage
You can the digits, I'm a mathematician
I don't see you niggas, I've lacking vision
been acting different, I've been acting distant
I'ma do shit to bring me mad attention
You gon' do shit that send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just putting your feet in a fire
I my gun got a crush on you,
boy, you 'bout to meet your admirer
How you do shit you don't do?
I do that shit to keep me inspired
I to hit it and leave when I wanted
to, now I hit it and be sleepin' her, woo
Roll up on 'em I pull up on 'em,
put that motherfucking smoke up on 'em with that water
Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona motor runnin'
Man, too niggas know about it, but I thought about it
about it to the Lord about it in the morning,
but I gotta show 'em it's all about and I'ma call 'em out
I ain't that you could talk about, you better calm it down
Don't be give me the
runaround, I'ma 'em down god damn, wait

508 all on my side, they ride, they gon' ride
Nigga a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, I lied
I ain't got no fucking job, this my life, my

This is God's plan, someone me
I was sent here from
Evil scriptures on my body
Me and pull up in a red Buggati
Don't be tryna put fucking arm around me
Bring the drama, it ain't hard to me
This a dream, this a out-of-body
UFO flying I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, up on a Kawasaki
187 on the behind me
is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god
Now me Papi
hammers when I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners when you talk me
It hard to find me, motherfucker
My Joyner