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, 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 that
the law, cut the rules
I'm about to it all
I got too much to lose
Y'all been long enough
It's my turn to cut the
Pass the
Where my
This my day, you
you too, woah!

Y'all gotta
gotta move
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

on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my on you wall and you're 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'
fuck whatchu rapping
You practically suckin', you might've went platinum, but don't mean nuthin'
I'm actually buzzin' time
Straight out the kitchen, I told the oven is mine
I do not witchu guys

If I don't care you know that you gonna suffer this time
I no gangster but I got some banging
Some chains, and some 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 like a (sumo)
say I talk like a chulo (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog me Cujo

You your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might 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 ghetto lookin' for something that they can never find out
Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to right now
And you would nigga you want me tied down
I've been alone and never nobody
only me and my shotty
I'll these niggas to lie down

Keep all of the money, I wanted the lifestyle
I pray to God that my son be alright now
I said ain't no love for the side
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
Nigga wrong way, road
Snakes in the grass, slither fast
I just a fuckin' lawn mower

I have said a lotta in my day
I admit it, is payback in a way
I it that 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 cracker! Bend the law, fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to
I been long enough
Man my stomach should be
I just ate, lick the
My buffet, lucky me, fuck you (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, still I don't any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it don't actually
They asking me "What the fuck 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 coming from humble beginnings
I'm of uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say what a feeling
on the upswing like we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
Like anyone has a ability to even stick to a subject
It's killing me, the inability to pin
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 that are comin' up
give an ounce of mother fuck about the ones
That were here before you to make
recap
Way back, MC's
Recap, and Dex
Eight DATs with the G and
Kane's at, we three stacks
A$AP, and bring back Ace back
Because half of these rappers have brain
All the lean rappin', tats, syruped out like tree sap
I hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, would told me at the same cat that would 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 me the snap though (little bitch)
And if I paid attention then I'd probably be makin' it
But you've been the dicks on the fuckin' back hoe (get it?)
And to break any minute
It got me of finishin' everything
acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
I'mma at the wheel again
As I'm thinking about an that's in it
And then I'mma up and kill him
even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Even or methamphetamine
Or anything, it better be at 70 to 300mg
I might as because I'ma end up being a villain again

Never should've an elevator
You could say to me I'm not a fuckin record breaker
I sound like a broken record time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy that I have
A mother fucker ain't got a to be this 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
Like California wishin' pour
And that drought y'all have been for
My
From the 8 to the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall outlaw
That they say is a writer might have of
But got back up on bull like a cowboy

So y'all gotta move, y'all 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 'bout I
Y'all gotta move, gotta move, give me the juice