Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive (Remix)

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

1]
This is God's plan, stop me
I've been sent here from
Evil scriptures written on my
Me and Satan pull up in a red
Don't be to put your fucking arm around me
44 traumatize in front of 45 hit 44 more
Carbon say you kamikazes
for e'rybody
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
This is not Versace, is hot hibachi
is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Gandhi, a fucking humanoid Anunnaki
plenty hammers when I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners when you talk me
too hard to find me
I've been niggas, still ain't nothin' left though
Lucas sicker than a strep throat
Spanish bitch that wanna give me
They must've forgot I was up
Speed out your right after I clean out your shit 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 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
ate out, that's 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 when I buy guns
Hoe, you get stretched like
This is my band, I'm
All I wanna do is just drop bombs on you cheerleadin' niggas with the
My bitch 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 the metal, I'm in need of a heat of a measure
Put you than what's deep of the sea of the desert
I've 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, gon' ride
Nigga, a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, I lied, bitch I lied
I ain't got no fucking job, this my life, this my,

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 much time in your hands, I think I need to 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 said I'm 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 mac for no reason
You are now witnessing greatness, I'm practically preaching and this is the of Jesus
And all you basic motherfuckas are lacking achievement, and I've just been laughing and
Back to business, I got mad intentions, I ain't perfect, I made Some 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 acting different, I've been acting distant
I'ma do some shit to me mad attention
You do some shit that send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your in a fire
I think my gun got a crush on you, boy, you to meet your secret admirer
How you do shit you don't wanna do? I do that shit to keep Me inspired
I used to hit it and leave I wanted to, now I hit it and be Sleepin' inside her, woo
Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em, put motherfucking Smoke up on 'em with that holy water
Lucas, I'm a holy mona [?] leader motor runnin'
Man, too many know about it, but I thought about 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 ain't that you could talk about, you better calm it down
Don't be give me the runaround, I'll shut '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

3]
This is God's plan, someone me
I was sent from Illuminati
Evil written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red
Don't be tryna put fucking arm around me
the drama, it ain't hard to find me
This a lucid dream, this a
UFO flying I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, pull up on a
187 on the cops me
This is Hiroshima, this is
I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god
Now call me
Plenty hammers wanna on shotty
Better use your manners you talk about me
It ain't hard to me, motherfucker
My Joyner