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 get tired; sweat through a headband
You look alive,
that's 'cause you don't really know you a man

is God's plan, someone stop me
I've been here from Illuminati
Evil written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red
Don't be trying to put your arm around me
44 shots traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44
Carbon say you kamikazes
for e'rybody
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
is not Versace, this is hot hibachi
This is Hiroshima, this is
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a humanoid Anunnaki
plenty hammers when I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners you talk about me
Ain't too hard to me
I've killing niggas, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas than a strep throat
Spanish bitch that wanna give me
They must've forgot I was up
Speed out your crib after I clean out your
shit and then put All of 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 wrong and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back John
P Diddy that I'm on one
I'ma beat it down with a
Pussy ate out, that's a
If I fuck with you, that's too bad (god damn)
Ho, you played out like the song
Ain't no bygones bygones
I should murder niggas I buy guns
Ho, you get like Nylon
is my band, I'm Dylon
All I wanna do is just bombs on
you cheerleadin' niggas the pom-poms
My Jamaica bitch got on,
time I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
Peter Piper a pepper, and I picked the pressure
Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a
Piper picked up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to meet the
Better meet the metal, I'ma need a Fujita to
Put you than what's deep of the sea of the desert
I've been scheming while I'm creeping, like fifty to the Jetta
speed 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, I lied
I ain't got no fucking job, this my life, my, wait—

All of y'all wishy and
All my kids in a car seat
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 Tekashi
in the sand,
too time in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan,
hope that God hold 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 back to get even
I on tour and got paid,
now I'm in the region, I let off this mac for no reason
You are now greatness,
I'm preaching and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you motherfuckas are lacking
achievement, and just been laughing and geekin'
to business, I got mad intentions,
I ain't perfect, I done made bad decisions
But it's competition, I'm a savage
You can have the digits, I'm a
I don't see you niggas, I've lacking vision
been acting different, I've 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 feet in a fire
I my gun got a crush on you,
boy, you 'bout to meet your admirer
How you do you don't wanna do?
I do that just to keep me inspired
I used to hit it and when I wanted
to, now I hit it and be aside her, woo
up on 'em when I pull up on 'em,
put that motherfucking smoke up on 'em that holy water
Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona motor runnin'
Man, too many niggas know it, but I thought about it
about it to the Lord about it in the morning,
but I show 'em what it's all about and I'ma call 'em out
I ain't that nigga you talk about, you better calm it down
Don't be tryna me the
runaround, I'ma shut 'em god damn, wait

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

This is plan, someone stop me
I was sent from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my
Me and Satan up in a red Buggati
Don't be put your fucking arm around me
the drama, it ain't hard to find me
This a lucid dream, this a
UFO flying I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, pull up on a
187 on the cops me
This is Hiroshima, this is
I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god
Now me Papi
Plenty when I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners you talk about me
It ain't to find me, motherfucker
My Joyner