Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive (Remix)

All you a lie
Nigga, I ever been a "yes" man
All you gonna die, you can get murdered on
I don't get tired; sweat through a
You might look alive, that's 'cause you don't really know you a man

1]
This is God's plan, someone me
I've sent here from Illuminati
Evil written on my body
Me and Satan up in a red Ferrari
Don't be trying to put fucking arm around me
44 shots traumatize in front of 45 hit 44
copies say you kamikazes
That's for
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
This is not Versace, is hot hibachi
is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a humanoid Anunnaki
plenty hammers when I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners when you about me
Ain't too hard to me
I've killing niggas, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner sicker than a strep throat
Spanish that wanna give me besos
must've forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib right after I clean 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 really mistaken, I wasn't next 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 be the with a Du-Rag
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I don't with you, that's too bad (god damn)
Hoe, you out like the dansant
no bygones being bygones
I should niggas when I buy guns
Hoe, you get stretched Nylon
is my band, I'm Dylon
All I wanna do is just drop bombs on you niggas with the pom-poms
My Jamaica bitch got socks on, time I hit it she be like, "Wagwan"
Peter Piper 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 at the people, they 'bout to meet the Beretta
Better the metal, I'm in need of a heat of a 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
Niggas 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

2]
All of wishy, washy
All my kids in a car seat
I take my to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi
in the sand, too much 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 that I I'm back on my G shit and I'm coming back to get even
I on tour and got paid, now I'm back in the region, I let off this mac for no reason
You are now witnessing greatness, I'm practically preaching and this is the passion of
And all you basic motherfuckas are lacking achievement, and I've just laughing and geekin'
to business, I got mad intentions, I ain't perfect, I done made Some bad decisions
But it's competition, I'm a winning
You can the digits, I'm a mathematician
I don't see you niggas, I've been lacking
You've been acting different, I've been acting
I'ma do some to bring me mad attention
You gon' do some that send me back to prison, whoa!
is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a fire
I think my gun got a crush on you, boy, you 'bout to meet your admirer
How you do shit you don't do? I do that shit just to keep Me inspired
I used to hit it and leave when I to, now I hit it and be Sleepin' inside her, woo
Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em, put that motherfucking Smoke up on 'em with that holy
Lucas, I'm a holy mona [?] leader motor runnin'
Man, too many niggas know about it, but I thought it
Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the morning, but I gotta 'em what it's all about and I'ma call 'em out
I that nigga you could talk about, you better calm it down
Don't be tryna give me the runaround, shut 'em down god damn, wait

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

3]
This is God's plan, someone me
I was here from Illuminati
Evil written on my body
Me and pull up in a red Buggati
Don't be tryna put your fucking arm me
Bring the drama, it ain't hard to me
This a lucid dream, this a
UFO while I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, up on a Kawasaki
187 on the behind me
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma in a Maserati, god damn
Now me Papi
Plenty hammers ride on shotty
Better use your when you talk about me
It hard to find me, motherfucker
My name