Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

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

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

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
Can't fuck whatchu
You suckin', you might've 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 witchu

If I don't care you just that you gonna suffer this time
I no gangster 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 was nothing but lies
Why you holla like a sumo? (sumo)
They say I talk like a (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 just drop four like an Uno
la boca maricón le cuto and all of you culo
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for that prolly they 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 me and my shotty
I'll tell niggas to lie down

Keep all of the money, I never the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son be now
I said ain't no for the other side
Or any one who ever smoke
I die I'm going out as the underdog who never lost hope
You in the wrong cab down the wrong
Nigga wrong way, road
Snakes in the grass, slither fast
I just bought a lawn mower

I have said a things in my day
I admit it, this is in a way
I it that I did it
I done won a couple but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the recognition
Fuck's the
I'm that cracker! the law, fuck 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, lick the
My buffet, lucky me, fuck you (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, still I have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it don't matter
They asking me "What the fuck to hip-hop?"
I said "I don't any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album and it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these
And coming from humble beginnings
I'm of uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say what a feeling
We're on the upswing we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
Like anyone has a fucking ability to even to a subject
It's killing me, the 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 clowns that are up
Don't give an ounce of mother fuck about the
That were here before you to raps
Let's
Way back, MC's
Recap, and Dex
Eight with the G raps and
Kane's at, we need three
A$AP, and back Masta Ace back
Because half of rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out tree sap
I hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, told me at the same cat that would take that
and aim back, I need that

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

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

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

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 I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, gotta move, give me the juice