Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I done did a lot of in my day
I admit it, I don't take what I say
If I it, then I meant it
All my life I a Grammy
But I never get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no mother ribbon
the system, I'm that nigga
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I got too much to lose
been eating long enough
It's my turn to cut the
Pass the
my drink?
This my day, you
you too, woah!

Y'all move
Y'all move
gotta move
Give me 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

Back on my bullshit, my back to the
Turn my back on you wall and finished
Back to these bullets, it's to the job
Put my MAC on all of you
Back on my hood shit, back to the pushing these packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck rapping
You practically suckin', you might've went platinum, but that don't nuthin'
I'm actually this time
Straight out the kitchen, I them the oven is mine
I do not fuck guys

If I don't care you just know that you suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some
Some chains, and some blades in, and a of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear
My twelve of Christmas was nothing but lies
Why you holla like a sumo? (sumo)
They say I talk a chulo (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog call me

You play cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop four an Uno
Cállate la maricón le cuto 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 right now
And you nigga you really want me tied down
I've been and never needed nobody
only me and my shotty
I'll tell niggas to lie down

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

I have said a lotta in my day
I it, this 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, the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too to lose
I been long enough
Man my stomach be full
I just ate, the plate
My buffet, me, fuck you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, still I don't any manners
You got a of ghost writers but to these kids it don't actually matter
asking me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I "I don't have any answers"
'Cause I an L when I dropped my last album and it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And coming from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of uncomfortable
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
batata
Why we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm for the jugular

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

But I think it's inevitable they'd a button to press or a lever
To pull that would me the snap though (little bitch)
And if I attention then I'd probably be makin' it bigger
But you've been the dicks on the fuckin' back hoe (get it?)
And about to break any
It got me thinkin' of finishin'
acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
I'mma sleep at the wheel
As I'm thinking about an evil in it
And then I'mma up and kill him
'Cause even if I gotta end up 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 gotten an
You could never say to me I'm not a record breaker
I sound a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy that I made
A mother ain't got a right to be this way
I got spite my DNA
But I work until my wheels off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

So y'all move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Give me some room, me some 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