Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I did a lot of things in my day
I admit it, I don't take back I say
If I said it, then I it
All my life I a Grammy
But I never get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no mother fuckin'
Fuck the system, I'm nigga
the law, cut the rules
I'm to risk it all
I ain't got too to lose
Y'all eating long enough
my turn to cut the food
Pass the
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

Y'all move
gotta move
Y'all 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 move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

Back on my bullshit, my back to the
Turn my on you wall and you're finished
Back to these bullets, it's 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
fuck whatchu rapping
You practically suckin', you might've went platinum, but that don't nuthin'
I'm actually buzzin' this
Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is
I do not fuck witchu

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

You your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might drop four like an Uno
Cállate la boca maricón le and all of you culo
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for something that prolly can never find out
Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef now
And you would nigga you really me tied down
I've been alone and never needed
Just only me and my
I'll these niggas to lie down

Keep all of the money, I wanted the lifestyle
I pray to God that my son be alright now
I said ain't no love for the side
Or any one who ever smoke
When I die I'm going out as the underdog who never lost
You in the wrong cab down the path
Nigga way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, tryna fast
I bought 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 fuckin'
Fuck's the
I'm that cracker! Bend the law, the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too to lose
I been eating long
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 of ghost writers 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 and it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And actually coming from humble
I'm of uncomfortable winning
I wish I say what a wonderful feeling
We're on the upswing we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
Like anyone has a fucking to even stick to a subject
killing me, the inability to pin humility
Hatata
Why don't we make a bunch of songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm for the jugular

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

But I think it's they'd have a button to press or a lever
To pull that would give me the snap (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 to break 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 I'mma beat up and kill him
'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a again
Even ketamine or
Or anything, it be at least 70 to 300mg
I might as well because I'ma end up being a again

Never should've gotten an
You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin record
I sound like a broken every time I break a record
Nobody could ever away 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 have been for
Like California wishin' pour
And that y'all have been praying for
My
From the 8 to the Southpaw
Still the Marshall that outlaw
That they say is a might have fell of
But got up on that bull like a cowboy

So y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta
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 move, give me the juice