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 what I say
If I said it, I meant it
All my life I a Grammy
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 about to it all
I ain't got too to lose
Y'all been eating long
my turn to cut the food
Pass the
Where my
This my day, you
you too, woah!

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

Back on my bullshit, my back to the
Turn my back on you wall and you're
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 pushing these packs and I'm actually
fuck whatchu rapping
You practically suckin', you might've went platinum, but that mean nuthin'
I'm actually this time
Straight out the kitchen, I them the oven is mine
I do not fuck witchu

If I don't you just know that you gonna suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some
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)
They say I like a chulo (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog call me

You play your cards, I on you all
And I just 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 lookin' for something that prolly they can never find out
Shake and tell 'em to beef right now
And you nigga you really want me tied down
I've alone and never needed nobody
only me and my shotty
I'll these 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 love for the other
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 wrong
wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, tryna fast
I just a fuckin' lawn mower

I have said a things in my day
I admit it, this is in a way
I regret it I did it
I done won a couple Grammys but I my soul to get 'em
in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the
I'm that cracker! Bend the law, the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to
I been eating long
Man my should be full
I just ate, the plate
My buffet, lucky me, you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, I don't have any manners
You got a of ghost writers but to these kids it don't actually matter
They asking me "What the happened to hip-hop?"
I "I don't have 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 somewhat of uncomfortable
I wish I could say a wonderful feeling
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 me, the inability to pin humility
Hatata
Why don't we a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm goin' for the

is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an of mother fuck about 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 half of these rappers brain damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like sap
I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna mad
But in fact, would me at the same cat that would take that
and aim back, I need that

But I think inevitable they'd have a button to press or a lever
To pull that give me the snap though (little bitch)
And if I paid attention then I'd be makin' it bigger
But you've been taking the dicks on the fuckin' hoe (get it?)
And about to any minute
It got me of finishin' everything
With acetaminophen then the benefits
I'mma sleep at the again
As I'm thinking about an evil in it
And I'mma beat up and kill him
even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Even ketamine or
Or anything, it better be at 70 to 300mg
I as well because I'ma end up being 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
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I have made
A mother fucker ain't got a right to be way
I got spite my DNA
But I work until my wheels fall off, I tirelessly, aye

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

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