Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I done did a lot of in my day
I it, I don't take back what I say
If I said it, then I it
All my I want a Grammy
But I never get it
I never had no trophy or no mother fuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm that
Bend the law, cut the
I'm about to it all
I ain't got too much to
Y'all been long enough
It's my turn to cut the
Pass the
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

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

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

If I don't care you just know that you gonna this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some
Some chains, and some in, and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear
My days of Christmas was nothing but lies
Why don't you holla a sumo? (sumo)
They say I talk like a (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog call me

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

all of the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son be 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 path
Nigga wrong way, wrong
in the grass, tryna slither fast
I just a fuckin' lawn mower

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

I got a of mansons, still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost but to these kids it don't actually matter
They me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I said "I don't any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album and it me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And actually coming from beginnings
I'm of uncomfortable winning
I I could 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 even to a subject
It's killing me, the to pin humility
Hatata
Why don't we 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 an ounce of mother fuck about the ones
That were here you to make raps
recap
Way back, that
Recap, and Dex
Eight DATs the G raps and
Kane's at, we need three
A$AP, and bring back Ace back
Because half of these rappers have brain
All the lean rappin', face tats, out like tree sap
I don't hate trap, and I don't seem mad
But in fact, would told me at the cat that would take that
Feedback and aim back, I need

But I think it's inevitable they'd have a button to press or a
To pull that would give me the though (little bitch)
And if I paid then 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
With acetaminophen then reapin' the
sleep at the wheel again
As I'm thinking about an evil in it
And then beat up and kill him
'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill
Even or methamphetamine
Or anything, it be at least 70 to 300mg
I might as well I'ma end up being a villain again

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

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

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