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 I want a Grammy
But I prolly get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no fuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm that
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I ain't got too much to
been eating long enough
It's my to cut the food
Pass the
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

Y'all move
Y'all gotta
Y'all move
me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I
gotta 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 back to the these packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't whatchu rapping
You practically suckin', you might've went platinum, but that mean nuthin'
I'm actually buzzin' this
Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is
I do not fuck witchu

If I don't care you just know that you suffer this time
I no gangster but I got some banging
chains, and some blades in, and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a in a pear tree
My twelve days of was nothing 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 call me

You play your cards, I on you all
And I might just drop 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 and tell 'em to beef right now
And you would nigga you really me tied down
I've been alone and never needed
Just only me and my
tell these niggas to lie down

Keep all of the money, I wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God my son be alright now
I said ain't no love for the other
Or any one who ever smoke
When I die I'm going out as the underdog who lost hope
You in the wrong cab down the path
wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, tryna slither
I bought a fuckin' lawn mower

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

I got a couple of mansons, still I don't any manners
You got a couple of writers but to these kids it don't actually matter
asking 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 hurt me like but I'm back on these rappers
And actually coming from humble
I'm of uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say what a wonderful
on the upswing like we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
anyone has a fucking ability to even stick to a subject
It's killing me, the inability to pin
Hatata
Why don't we make a of fuckin' songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm for the jugular

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

But I think it's inevitable have a button to press or a lever
To pull that would give me the snap (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 to break any minute
It got me thinkin' of everything
acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
I'mma sleep at the wheel
As I'm about an evil that's in it
And then I'mma up and kill him
'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a again
Even or methamphetamine
Or anything, it better be at least 70 to
I might as well because end up being a villain again

should've gotten an elevator
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 have
A mother ain't got a right to be this way
I got inside my DNA
But I work my wheels fall off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

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