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

This is God's plan, stop me
I've been sent from Illuminati
scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan up in a red Ferrari
Don't be trying to put your fucking arm me
44 shots traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44
copies 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 humanoid Anunnaki
plenty hammers when I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners you talk about me
Ain't too to find me
I've been killing niggas, still ain't left though
Lucas sicker than a strep throat
Spanish that wanna give me besos
They forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib right after I out your
and then put All of your fucking money in a escrow
Fuck what you saying, I'm not the one you play with
I think they mistaken, I wasn't next up?
You thought wrong and you all gone, all
I might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back 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 with you, too bad (god damn)
Ho, you out like the thong song
Ain't no being bygones
I murder niggas when I buy guns
Ho, you get like Nylon
This is my band, I'm
All I do is just drop bombs on
you cheerleadin' niggas with the
My bitch got socks on,
time 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
Peter picked up a nine, I put it together
poppin' at the people, they 'bout to meet the Beretta
Better meet the metal, I'ma need a Fujita to
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
Niggas 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, I lied, bitch I lied
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 my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi
in the sand,
too much in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan,
hope that God your hand, I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!
Tell all my that I said I'm back
on my G shit and I'm coming to get even
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 motherfuckas are lacking
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 have the digits, I'm a
I don't see you niggas, been lacking vision
You've been acting different, I've been acting
do some shit to bring me mad attention
You do some 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 to meet your secret admirer
How you do shit you wanna 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 aside her, woo
Roll up on 'em when I up on 'em,
put that smoke up on 'em with that holy water
Lucas, I'm a holy mona leader motor runnin'
Man, too many know about it, but I thought about it
Prayed it to the Lord about it in the morning,
but I gotta show 'em what it's all about and call 'em out
I ain't that nigga you talk about, you better calm it down
Don't be give me the
runaround, shut 'em down god damn, wait

508 all on my side, gon' ride, they gon' ride
this 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, stop me
I was sent from Illuminati
Evil written on my body
Me and Satan up in a red Buggati
Don't be tryna put your fucking arm me
Bring the drama, it ain't hard to me
a lucid dream, this a out-of-body
UFO while I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, pull up on a
187 on the cops me
This is Hiroshima, 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 about me
It ain't hard to find me,
My Joyner