Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I did a lot of things in my day
I it, I don't take back what I say
If I said it, then I it
All my life I want a
But I never get it
I never had no trophy or no mother fuckin' ribbon
the system, I'm that nigga
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I got too much to lose
Y'all eating long enough
It's my turn to cut the
Pass the
Where my
This my day, you
you too, woah!

Y'all move
Y'all gotta
gotta move
Give me some room, give me room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I
Y'all move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my on you wall and you're finished
Back to these bullets, back to the job
Put my MAC on all of you
on my hood shit, it's back to the pushing these packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck whatchu
You suckin', you might've went platinum, but that don't mean nuthin'
I'm actually buzzin' time
Straight out the kitchen, I told them the is mine
I do not witchu guys

If I don't you just know that you gonna suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some
Some chains, and blades in, and a couple of knives
and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was but lies
Why don't you like a sumo? (sumo)
They say I like a chulo (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog me Cujo

You play your cards, I on you all
And I might just four like an Uno
Cállate la boca le cuto and all of you culo
invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for something that prolly they can never find out
Shake irrelevant and 'em to beef right now
And you would nigga you want me tied down
I've been alone and never nobody
Just only me and my
I'll these niggas to lie down

Keep all of the money, I never wanted the
I pray to God that my son be alright now
I said no love for the other side
Or any one who want smoke
When I die I'm going out as the underdog who lost hope
You in the wrong cab down the wrong
Nigga wrong way, road
in the grass, tryna slither fast
I just bought a lawn mower

I said a lotta things in my day
I admit it, this is in a way
I it that I did it
I done won a Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the
I'm cracker! Bend the law, fuck the rules
Man I to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
I been eating long
Man my stomach should be
I ate, lick the plate
My buffet, me, fuck you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, still I have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it actually matter
asking me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I "I don't have any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my album and it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And actually coming humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of winning
I wish I could say what a wonderful
We're on the like we're punching the ceiling
But is stealing
Like anyone has a fucking to even stick to a subject
It's killing me, the to pin humility
batata
Why we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm goin' for the

Shit is a circus, you that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of mother fuck the ones
That were here you to make raps
Let's
Way back, that
Recap, and Dex
Eight DATs the G raps and
Kane's at, we three stacks
A$AP, and bring back Masta Ace
Because half of rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin', tats, syruped out like tree sap
I hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, would told me at the same cat that would take
and aim back, I need that

But I think it's inevitable they'd a button to press or a lever
To pull that would give me the though (little bitch)
And if I paid attention I'd probably be makin' it bigger
But you've been the dicks on the fuckin' back hoe (get it?)
And about to any minute
It got me thinkin' of everything
acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
I'mma at the wheel again
As I'm thinking an evil that's in it
And then beat up and kill him
'Cause even if I gotta end up a pill again
Even ketamine or
Or anything, it better be at 70 to 300mg
I as well because I'ma end up being a villain again

Never should've an elevator
You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin record
I sound like a broken record every I break a record
Nobody could ever take the legacy that I have made
A fucker ain't got a right to be this way
I got inside my DNA
But I work until my fall off, I work tirelessly, aye

It's the moment y'all been waiting for
Like California wishin' pour
And that drought have been praying for
My
the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
Still the Marshall that outlaw
they say is a writer might have fell of
But got back up on bull like a cowboy

So gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Give me room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, y'all move, give me the juice