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 back what I say
If I said it, I meant it
All my I want a Grammy
But I never get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no mother fuckin'
Fuck the system, I'm that
the law, cut the rules
I'm to risk it all
I ain't got too to lose
Y'all 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 gotta
Give me some room, me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, gotta move, give me the juice

Back on my bullshit, my to the wall
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 and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck whatchu
You practically suckin', you might've went platinum, but that don't nuthin'
I'm actually this time
out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
I do not witchu guys

If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this
I ain't no gangster but I got banging
Some chains, and some blades in, and a of knives
and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was but lies
Why don't you like a sumo? (sumo)
They say I talk a chulo (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog me Cujo

You play cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop four an Uno
Cállate la boca le cuto 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
irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now
And you would nigga you really want me down
I've been alone and never needed
Just me and my shotty
I'll tell these niggas to lie

all of the money, I never 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 want smoke
When I die I'm going out as the who never lost hope
You in the wrong cab down the path
Nigga wrong way, wrong
Snakes in the grass, slither fast
I just bought a lawn mower

I have said a things in my day
I admit it, is payback in a way
I regret it I did it
I done won a Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin'
Fuck's the
I'm that cracker! the law, fuck the rules
Man I to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
I been eating 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 have any
You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it don't 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 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 a wonderful feeling
We're on the like we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
Like anyone has a fucking to even stick to a subject
It's killing me, the inability to pin
batata
Why don't we make a of fuckin' songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm goin' for the

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

But I think it's inevitable they'd have a 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 back hoe (get it?)
And about to any minute
It got me of finishin' everything
With acetaminophen then the benefits
I'mma at the wheel again
As I'm thinking about an that's in it
And then beat up and kill him
'Cause even if I gotta end up a pill again
Even or methamphetamine
Or anything, it better be at least 70 to
I might as well because I'ma end up a villain again

Never should've gotten an
You could say to me I'm not a fuckin record breaker
I sound like a broken every time I break a record
Nobody could take away the legacy that I have made
A mother ain't got a right to be this way
I got inside my DNA
But I until my wheels fall off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

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