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 on webcam
I don't get sweat through a headband
You might look alive, 'cause you don't really know you a dead man

1]
This is God's plan, someone me
I've been sent here from
Evil scriptures on my body
Me and pull up in a red Ferrari
Don't be trying to put your 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, is hot hibachi
This is Hiroshima, this is
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a humanoid Anunnaki
With plenty hammers I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners when you talk me
Ain't too to find me
I've been niggas, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas than a strep throat
Spanish bitch that wanna me besos
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 in a escrow
Fuck you saying, I'm not the one that you play with
I think they really mistaken, I next up?
You wrong and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean
Tell P Diddy I'm on one
be the down with a Du-Rag
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I don't fuck with you, too bad (god damn)
Hoe, you played out like the
Ain't no being bygones
I should murder when I buy guns
Hoe, you get stretched like
is my band, I'm Dylon
All I wanna do is just drop bombs on you cheerleadin' with the pom-poms
My Jamaica bitch got on, every time I hit it she be like, "Wagwan"
Peter Piper a pepper, and I picked the pressure
a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a stretcher
Peter picked up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin' at the people, they 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
been scheming while 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 gon' retire, bitch I lied, bitch I
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 dime to hibachi, we do 69 like
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 hand, I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!
Tell all my teachers that I said I'm back on my G shit and I'm coming to get even
I went on 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 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 done made Some bad
But it's competition, I'm a winning
You can the digits, I'm a mathematician
I don't see you niggas, been lacking vision
You've been acting different, been acting distant
I'ma do some shit to me mad attention
You gon' do 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 on you, boy, you 'bout to meet your 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 inside 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 [?] leader motor runnin'
Man, too many niggas know about it, but I 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 nigga you could talk about, you better 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, gon' 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

3]
This is God's plan, stop me
I was sent here from
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 hard to find me
a lucid dream, this a out-of-body
UFO flying I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, up on a Kawasaki
187 on the cops me
This is Hiroshima, this is
I'm Mahatma in a Maserati, god damn
Now me Papi
Plenty hammers wanna on shotty
use your manners when you talk about me
It ain't hard to me, motherfucker
My name