Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive (Remix)

All you a lie
Nigga, I ain't been a "yes" man
All you gonna die, you can get on webcam
I don't get tired; through a headband
You might look alive, that's 'cause you don't know you a dead man

1]
This is God's plan, stop me
I've been sent here Illuminati
Evil written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red
be trying to put your fucking arm around me
44 shots in front of 45 hit 44 more
copies say you kamikazes
That's for
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
This is not Versace, this is hot
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking humanoid
With plenty hammers when I'm shotty
Better use your when you talk about me
too hard to find me
I've been killing niggas, still ain't left though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep
Spanish bitch that wanna give me
They must've forgot I was up
Speed out your crib right after I clean out your shit and put All of your fucking money in a escrow
Fuck what you saying, I'm not the one that you play
I think they really mistaken, I next up?
You thought and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might back Sean John
Tell P that I'm on one
I'ma be the down with a
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I don't fuck you, that's too bad (god damn)
Hoe, you played out the dansant
Ain't no bygones bygones
I should murder niggas when I buy
Hoe, you get like Nylon
is my band, I'm Dylon
All I wanna do is drop bombs on you cheerleadin' niggas with the pom-poms
My Jamaica bitch got socks on, time I hit it she be like, "Wagwan"
Peter Piper picked a pepper, and I 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 meet the
Better meet the metal, I'm in need of a heat of a
Put you deeper what's deep of the sea of the desert
I've been scheming 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 ride, they gon' 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 job, this my life, this my, wait

2]
All of y'all wishy,
All y'all my kids in a car
I my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi
Lyin' in the sand, too time 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!
all my teachers that I said I'm back on my G shit and I'm coming back to get even
I went on tour and got paid, now I'm back in the region, I let off this mac for no
You are now witnessing greatness, I'm preaching and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you basic motherfuckas are lacking achievement, and I've been laughing and geekin'
Back to business, I got mad intentions, I ain't perfect, I done made Some bad
But competition, I'm a savage winning
You can the digits, I'm a mathematician
I don't see you niggas, been lacking vision
You've acting different, I've been acting distant
I'ma do some shit to bring me mad
You do some shit 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 your secret admirer
How you do shit you don't wanna do? I do that shit just to keep Me
I to hit it and leave when I wanted 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
Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona [?] leader motor
Man, too many niggas know it, but I thought about it
Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the morning, but I gotta Show 'em what it's all and I'ma call 'em out
I ain't that nigga you could talk about, you calm it down
be tryna give me the runaround, I'll shut 'em down god damn, wait

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

3]
This is plan, someone stop me
I was sent here 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 hard to find me
This a lucid dream, a out-of-body
UFO flying I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, up on a Kawasaki
187 on the cops me
is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god
Now me Papi
Plenty hammers ride on shotty
Better use manners when you talk about me
It hard to find me, motherfucker
My name