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 don't get tired; through a headband
You might alive,
that's you don't really know you a dead man

is God's plan, someone stop me
I've been sent from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my
Me and Satan pull up in a red
Don't be trying to put your fucking arm me
44 shots from 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
plenty hammers when I'm riding shotty
Better use manners when you talk about me
Ain't too hard to me
been killing niggas, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep
Spanish bitch that wanna give me
must've forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib right after I clean out
and then put All of your fucking money in a escrow
Fuck you saying, I'm not the one that you play with
I think they mistaken, I wasn't next up?
You thought wrong and you all gone, all
I just might bring Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John
Tell P that I'm on one
I'ma beat it with a Du-Rag
ate out, that's a PopCon
If I don't with you, that's too bad (god damn)
Ho, you played out like the thong
Ain't no bygones being
I murder niggas when I buy guns
Ho, you get stretched Nylon
is my band, I'm Dylon
All I wanna do is drop bombs on
you niggas with the pom-poms
My Jamaica bitch got on,
time I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
Peter picked a pepper, and I picked the pressure
Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a
Peter Piper up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to 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 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 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 fucking job, this my life, this my,

All of y'all wishy and
All y'all my kids in a car
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 Tekashi
in the sand,
too much time in your hands, I think I 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 teachers I said I'm back
on my G shit and I'm back to get even
I went on and got paid,
now I'm back in the region, I let off mac for no reason
You are now greatness,
I'm practically preaching and this is the passion of
And all you basic motherfuckas are
achievement, and just been laughing and geekin'
to business, I got mad intentions,
I perfect, I done made some bad decisions
But competition, I'm a savage winning
You can the digits, I'm a mathematician
I don't see you niggas, I've been vision
You've been acting different, I've been acting
I'ma do some to bring me mad attention
You gon' do some shit that 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 'bout to meet your secret
How you do you don't wanna do?
I do shit just to keep me inspired
I used to hit it and leave when I
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 with that water
Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy leader motor runnin'
Man, too many niggas about 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 could talk about, you better it down
be tryna give me the
runaround, I'ma shut 'em down god damn,

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

This is plan, someone stop me
I was sent here from
Evil scriptures on my body
Me and Satan up in a red Buggati
Don't be tryna put fucking arm around me
Bring the drama, it ain't hard to me
This a lucid dream, this a
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 me Papi
Plenty hammers when I'm shotty
Better use manners when you talk about me
It ain't to find me, motherfucker
My name