Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I done did a lot of in my day
I admit it, I don't back what I say
If I it, then I meant it
All my life I want a
But I prolly get it
I never had no trophy or no mother fuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm nigga
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I ain't got too much to
Y'all eating long enough
It's my turn to cut the
the plate
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

Y'all gotta
Y'all move
gotta move
Give me some room, me some 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

Back on my bullshit, my 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
Back on my hood shit, it's to the pushing these packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't whatchu rapping
You practically suckin', you went platinum, but that don't mean nuthin'
I'm actually this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told them the is mine
I do not fuck guys

If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this
I ain't no gangster but I got banging
Some chains, and some blades in, and a of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a tree
My twelve days of Christmas was nothing but
Why you holla 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 cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop like an Uno
Cállate la boca le cuto and all of you culo
They've a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for something that prolly they can never find out
irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now
And you would nigga you want me tied down
I've been and never needed nobody
only me and my shotty
I'll tell these to lie down

Keep all of the money, I wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God my son be alright now
I ain't no love for the other side
Or any one who want smoke
When I die I'm going out as the underdog who never hope
You in the wrong cab the wrong path
Nigga wrong way, road
Snakes in the grass, tryna fast
I just bought a lawn mower

I have a lotta things in my day
I it, this is payback in a way
I it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the
I'm that cracker! Bend the law, fuck the
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to
I been long enough
Man my should be full
I just ate, the plate
My buffet, lucky me, you think? (woo!)

I got a of mansons, still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of writers but to these kids it don't actually matter
They asking me "What the happened to hip-hop?"
I said "I have any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I my last 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 say what a wonderful feeling
We're on the upswing like we're the ceiling
But nothing is
Like anyone has a fucking ability to stick to a subject
It's me, the inability to pin humility
batata
Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs 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 about the
That were here before you to raps
recap
Way back, that
Recap, and Dex
Eight DATs the G raps and
Kane's at, we three stacks
A$AP, and back Masta Ace back
Because half of these have brain damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out tree sap
I don't trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, would told me at the same cat that would that
and aim back, I need that

But I think it's inevitable they'd have a button to press or a
To pull that would give me the snap (little bitch)
And if I paid attention then I'd probably be it bigger
But you've taking the dicks on the fuckin' back hoe (get it?)
And to break any minute
It got me of finishin' everything
With acetaminophen then the benefits
I'mma sleep at the again
As I'm thinking an evil that's in it
And then I'mma up and kill him
even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Even ketamine or
Or anything, it better be at least 70 to
I might as well because I'ma end up a villain again

Never should've gotten an
You could never say to me I'm not a record breaker
I sound like a broken record every I break a record
could ever take away the legacy that I have made
A fucker ain't got a right to be this way
I got spite my DNA
But I work my wheels fall off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

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