Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive (Remix)

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

1]
This is God's plan, someone me
I've sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures on my body
Me and Satan up in a red Ferrari
Don't be to put your fucking arm around me
44 shots in front of 45 hit 44 more
Carbon copies say you
for e'rybody
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
is not Versace, this is hot hibachi
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Gandhi, a fucking humanoid Anunnaki
With plenty hammers I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners you talk about me
Ain't too hard to me
I've killing niggas, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas sicker a strep throat
bitch that wanna give me besos
They forgot I was next 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 mistaken, I wasn't next up?
You thought wrong and you all gone, all
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean
Tell P Diddy I'm on one
I'ma be the down a Du-Rag
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I fuck with you, that's too bad (god damn)
Hoe, you out like the dansant
no bygones being 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' with the pom-poms
My Jamaica bitch got socks on, every I hit it she be like, "Wagwan"
Peter picked a pepper, and I picked the pressure
Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a
Peter Piper picked up a nine, I put it
Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to the Beretta
meet 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 been scheming while I'm creeping, fifty feet to the Jetta
speed and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

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

2]
All of wishy, washy
All y'all my in a car seat
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like
Lyin' in the sand, too much time in your hands, I I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan, hope God hold your hand, I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!
Tell all my teachers I said I'm back on my G shit and I'm coming back 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 and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you basic motherfuckas are lacking achievement, and I've just been and geekin'
Back to business, I got mad intentions, I perfect, I done made Some bad decisions
But competition, I'm a savage winning
You can have the digits, I'm a
I don't see you niggas, been lacking vision
You've been different, I've been acting distant
I'ma do some to bring me mad attention
You gon' do some 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 'bout to meet your 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 to, now I hit it and be Sleepin' inside her, woo
Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em, put that Smoke up on 'em with that holy water
Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona [?] leader motor
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 Show 'em what it's all and I'ma call 'em out
I ain't that nigga you could about, you better calm it down
be tryna give me the runaround, I'll shut 'em down god damn, wait

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 ain't got no fucking job, my life, this my

3]
This is plan, someone stop me
I was sent from Illuminati
Evil scriptures on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red
be tryna put your fucking arm around me
Bring the drama, it hard to find me
This a lucid dream, a out-of-body
UFO flying while I'm shotty
I'm a ninja, up on a Kawasaki
187 on the cops me
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma in a Maserati, god damn
Now me Papi
Plenty hammers wanna on shotty
Better use your when you talk about me
It ain't to find me, motherfucker
My name