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 it, then I meant 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 nigga
the law, cut the rules
I'm to risk it all
I ain't got too much to
Y'all eating long enough
It's my to cut the food
the plate
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

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

on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you wall and finished
Back to bullets, it's back to the job
Put my MAC on all of you
Back on my shit, it's back to the pushing these packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck whatchu
You practically suckin', you went platinum, but that don't mean nuthin'
I'm actually buzzin' time
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 suffer time
I ain't no gangster but I got 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 like a (sumo)
They say I talk like a (chulo
I in Mars, I'm not Bruno (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog me Cujo

You play cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just 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 for something that prolly they can never find out
Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef now
And you would nigga you want me tied down
I've alone and never needed 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 ain't no love for the side
Or any one who want smoke
When I die I'm going out as the underdog who never hope
You in the wrong cab down the wrong
Nigga wrong way, wrong
Snakes in the grass, tryna fast
I just 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, the fuckin' 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 stomach should be
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 writers but to these kids it don't actually
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 from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of uncomfortable
I wish I say what a wonderful feeling
We're on the upswing like we're punching the
But nothing is
Like anyone has a fucking ability to even 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 for the jugular

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

But I think it's inevitable they'd a button to press or a lever
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 taking the dicks on the fuckin' hoe (get it?)
And to break any minute
It got me thinkin' of everything
With acetaminophen then reapin' the
I'mma sleep at the wheel
As I'm thinking about an that's in it
And then beat up and kill him
even if I gotta end up eating a pill 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 an elevator
You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin breaker
I sound a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the that I have made
A mother fucker ain't got a to be this way
I got inside my DNA
But I work until my wheels off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

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