Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive (Remix)

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

1]
This is plan, someone stop me
I've been sent here Illuminati
Evil scriptures on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red
Don't be trying to put your fucking arm me
44 shots in front of 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, this is
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking Anunnaki
With plenty when I'm riding shotty
use your manners when you talk about me
Ain't too to find me
I've been 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 your shit and then put All of your fucking money in a
what you saying, I'm not the one that you play with
I think really mistaken, I wasn't next up?
You thought and you all gone, all done
I just might back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John
Tell P Diddy I'm on one
be the down with a Du-Rag
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I don't fuck you, that's too bad (god damn)
Hoe, you out like the dansant
no bygones being bygones
I murder 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 cheerleadin' niggas the pom-poms
My Jamaica got socks on, every time I hit it she be like, "Wagwan"
Peter picked a pepper, and I picked the pressure
a fight, I pick 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 the Beretta
Better meet the metal, I'm in of a heat of a measure
Put you deeper than deep of the sea of the desert
been scheming while I'm creeping, like fifty feet to the Jetta
Niggas speed and hit the pedal, put my in the metal, god damn!

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

2]
All of y'all wishy,
All my kids in a car seat
I take my to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi
Lyin' in the sand, too much time in hands, I think I need 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 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 practically preaching and is the passion of Jesus
And all you basic motherfuckas are achievement, and I've just been laughing and geekin'
Back to business, I got mad intentions, I ain't perfect, I done made bad decisions
But competition, I'm a savage winning
You can have the digits, I'm a
I don't see you niggas, I've lacking vision
You've been acting different, I've been acting
I'ma do some shit to bring me mad
You gon' do some shit send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just keep your feet in a fire
I think my gun got a crush on you, boy, you 'bout to meet secret admirer
How you do shit you don't wanna do? I do shit just to keep Me inspired
I used to hit it and leave when I wanted to, now I hit it and be Sleepin' her, woo
Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em, put that motherfucking up on 'em with that holy water
Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona [?] leader runnin'
Man, too many niggas know about it, but I thought it
Prayed about it to the Lord it in the morning, but I gotta Show 'em what it's all about and I'ma call 'em out
I ain't that nigga you could talk about, you calm it down
Don't be tryna me the runaround, I'll 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 fucking job, this my life, my

3]
This is plan, someone stop me
I was sent from Illuminati
Evil written on my body
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 while I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, pull up on a
187 on the cops me
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Gandhi in a Maserati, god damn
Now me Papi
Plenty hammers wanna ride on
Better use your when you talk about me
It ain't to find me, motherfucker
My name