Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive

All you a lie
Nigga, I ain't ever a "yes" man
All you gonna die, you can get murdered on
I get tired; sweat through a headband
You might alive,
that's 'cause you don't really know you a man

is God's plan, someone stop me
I've been sent from Illuminati
Evil scriptures on my body
Me and pull up in a red Ferrari
Don't be trying to put fucking arm around me
44 shots traumatizin' the .45, hit 44 more
Carbon copies say you
That's for
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
is not Versace, this is hot hibachi
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking humanoid
With plenty hammers I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners you talk about me
too hard to find me
I've been killing niggas, still ain't nothin' though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a throat
Spanish bitch that wanna me besos
They must've I was next up
Speed out your crib right after I clean out
shit and put All of your fucking money in a escrow
Fuck what you saying, I'm not the one that you with
I they really 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
P Diddy that I'm on one
I'ma beat it down with a
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I don't with you, that's too bad (god damn)
Ho, you played out like the song
Ain't no bygones being
I should murder when I buy guns
Ho, you get like Nylon
is my band, I'm Dylon
All I wanna do is just drop on
you niggas with the pom-poms
My Jamaica bitch got on,
every I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
Piper picked a pepper, and I picked the pressure
Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a
Peter picked up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin' at the people, they to meet the Beretta
Better the metal, I'ma need a Fujita to measure
Put you deeper than what's deep of the sea of the
I've scheming while I'm creeping, like fifty feet to the Jetta
Niggas speed and hit the pedal, put my in the metal, god damn!

508 all on my side, they gon' ride, 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, my life, this my, wait—

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

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

This is plan, someone stop me
I was sent here from
Evil scriptures written on my
Me and Satan pull up in a red
Don't be tryna put your arm around me
the drama, it ain't hard to find me
This a lucid dream, a out-of-body
UFO while I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, up on a Kawasaki
187 on the cops me
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Gandhi in a Maserati, god damn
Now call me
Plenty hammers I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners you talk about me
It ain't hard to find me,
My Joyner