Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive

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

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

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

All of wishy and washy
All y'all my kids in a car
I take my to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi
in the sand,
too much time in your hands, I I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan,
hope that God hold your hand, I I'm 'bout to catch me a body!
all my teachers that I said I'm back
on my G and I'm coming 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 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 it's competition, I'm a savage
You can the digits, I'm a mathematician
I don't see you niggas, I've been lacking
You've been acting different, been acting distant
I'ma do some shit to bring me mad
You gon' do some shit that me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a
I my gun got a crush on you,
boy, you to meet your secret admirer
How you do shit you don't do?
I do that shit just to keep me
I used to hit it and leave I wanted
to, now I hit it and be aside her, woo
up on 'em when I pull up on 'em,
put that motherfucking up on 'em with that holy water
Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona leader runnin'
Man, too niggas know about it, but I thought about it
Prayed about it to the about it in the morning,
but I gotta show 'em 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, shut 'em down god damn, wait

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 got no fucking job, this my life, this my

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