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

This is plan, someone stop me
I've been sent here Illuminati
scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan up in a red Ferrari
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,
This is not Versace, this is hot
This is Hiroshima, this is
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking humanoid
plenty hammers when I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners you talk about me
Ain't too hard to me
I've been niggas, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas than a strep throat
Spanish bitch that wanna give me
They forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib right I clean out your
shit and then put All of your fucking in a escrow
Fuck what you saying, I'm not the one you play with
I think they really mistaken, I 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 it down 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 like the thong
Ain't no being bygones
I should murder niggas I buy guns
Ho, you get stretched like
is my band, I'm Dylon
All I do is just drop bombs on
you cheerleadin' niggas with the
My bitch got socks on,
every I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
Piper 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, they 'bout to the Beretta
Better meet the metal, need a Fujita to measure
Put you deeper than what's deep of the sea of the
I've been scheming while I'm creeping, like fifty feet to the
Niggas and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

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

All of y'all wishy and
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 hold your hand, I think I'm 'bout to me a body!
Tell all my teachers that I 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 practically preaching and 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 done made some bad
But it's competition, I'm a savage
You can have the digits, I'm a
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 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 'bout to meet your admirer
How you do shit you don't 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
Roll up on 'em I pull up on 'em,
put that motherfucking up on 'em with that holy water
Lucas, I'm a holy 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 it's all about and I'ma call 'em out
I ain't that nigga you could talk about, you better calm it
Don't be tryna me the
runaround, I'ma 'em down god damn, wait

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

is God's plan, someone stop 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 arm around me
Bring the drama, it ain't to find me
This a dream, this a out-of-body
UFO while I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, pull up on a
187 on the behind me
is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god
Now call me
Plenty hammers when I'm riding
Better use your manners when you about me
It ain't to find me, motherfucker
My name