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

This is plan, someone stop me
I've been sent from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my
Me and Satan up in a red Ferrari
Don't be trying to put fucking arm around me
44 shots traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44
Carbon say you kamikazes
That's for
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
This is not Versace, is hot hibachi
This is Hiroshima, this is
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking humanoid
plenty hammers when I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners when you talk me
Ain't too to find me
I've been killing niggas, still ain't left though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a throat
Spanish that wanna give me besos
They forgot I was next up
out your crib right after I clean out your
shit and then put All of your money in a escrow
Fuck what you saying, I'm not the one you play with
I think 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 back Sean John
Tell P Diddy I'm on one
I'ma beat it with a Du-Rag
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I don't with you, that's too bad (god damn)
Ho, you played out the thong song
no bygones being bygones
I should murder niggas when I buy
Ho, you get stretched Nylon
This is my band, I'm
All I wanna do is drop bombs on
you cheerleadin' niggas with the
My Jamaica got socks on,
every I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
Peter Piper picked a pepper, and I picked the
Pick a fight, I a side, I put you on a stretcher
Peter Piper picked up a nine, I put it
Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to the Beretta
Better meet the metal, I'ma a Fujita to measure
Put you deeper what's deep of the sea of the desert
I've been scheming while I'm creeping, 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 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 you a hobby
God got a plan,
that God hold your hand, I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!
Tell all my teachers that I said I'm
on my G shit and I'm coming back to get
I went on and got paid,
now I'm back in the region, I let off this mac for no
You are now greatness,
I'm practically and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you basic motherfuckas are
achievement, and I've just laughing 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 lacking vision
You've been acting different, I've been distant
I'ma do some to bring me mad attention
You gon' do shit that send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting feet in a fire
I think my gun got a on you,
boy, you to meet your secret admirer
How you do you don't wanna do?
I do that shit to keep me inspired
I used to hit it and when I wanted
to, now I hit it and be aside her, woo
Roll up on 'em when I up on 'em,
put that motherfucking smoke up on 'em with that water
Joyner Lucas, I'm a mona leader motor runnin'
Man, too many niggas know it, but I thought about it
Prayed about it to the about it in the morning,
but I gotta show 'em what it's all about and I'ma 'em out
I ain't that nigga you talk about, you better calm it down
be tryna give me the
runaround, I'ma shut 'em god damn, wait

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

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