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 sweat through a headband
You look alive,
that's you don't really know you a dead man

is God's plan, someone stop me
I've been sent here Illuminati
Evil scriptures on my body
Me and Satan up in a red Ferrari
Don't be to put your fucking arm around me
44 traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44 more
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
With plenty hammers when I'm riding
Better use your manners you talk about me
Ain't too to find me
I've been killing niggas, still nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas than a strep throat
Spanish bitch wanna give me besos
They must've forgot I was up
out your crib right after I clean out your
shit and then put All of your fucking money in a
Fuck what you saying, I'm not the one that you play
I think they really mistaken, I wasn't up?
You wrong and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I 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 fuck with you, that's too bad (god damn)
Ho, you out like the thong song
Ain't no being bygones
I should niggas when I buy guns
Ho, you get like Nylon
This is my band, I'm
All I wanna do is just drop on
you niggas with the pom-poms
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
Peter Piper up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to meet the
Better the metal, I'ma need a Fujita to measure
Put you than what's deep of the sea of the desert
I've been scheming I'm creeping, like fifty feet 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 I was gon' retire, bitch 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 time in your hands, I think I need to find 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 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 practically preaching and this is the of Jesus
And all you basic are lacking
achievement, and I've 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 winning
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 shit to me mad attention
You gon' do some that send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a
I my gun got a crush on you,
boy, you to meet your secret admirer
How you do you don't wanna do?
I do that just to keep me inspired
I to hit it and leave when I wanted
to, now I hit it and be aside her, woo
up on 'em when I pull up on 'em,
put motherfucking smoke up on 'em with that holy water
Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy leader motor runnin'
Man, too many niggas know about it, but I thought it
Prayed about it to the 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, shut 'em down god damn, wait

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

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