Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I done did a lot of in my day
I it, I don't take back what I say
If I said it, then I it
All my life I want a
But I prolly get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no fuckin' ribbon
the system, I'm that nigga
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I ain't got too much to
Y'all been long enough
It's my to cut the food
the plate
Where my
This my day, you
you too, woah!

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

on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my on you wall and you're finished
to these bullets, it's 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 rapping
You practically suckin', you might've went platinum, but don't 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 care you just know you gonna suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got banging
Some chains, and blades in, and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a tree
My twelve days of was nothing but lies
Why don't you holla like a (sumo)
They say I like a chulo (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog me Cujo

You play your cards, I on you all
And I might just drop like an Uno
Cállate la boca le cuto 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 'em to beef right now
And you nigga you really want me tied down
I've alone and never needed nobody
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 ever want
I die I'm going out as the underdog 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 said a lotta things in my day
I admit it, this is in a way
I it that I did it
I won a couple Grammys but I sold 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 to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
I eating long 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 have any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album and it hurt me like but I'm back on these rappers
And coming from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of winning
I I could say what 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 we make 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 give an ounce of mother fuck about the
were here before you to make raps
Let's
Way back, that
Recap, and Dex
Eight with the G raps and
Kane's at, we three stacks
A$AP, and bring Masta Ace back
Because half of these rappers have damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, out like tree sap
I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna mad
But in fact, would told me at the same cat would take that
Feedback and aim back, I need

But I it's inevitable they'd have a button to press or a lever
To pull that would give me the snap (little bitch)
And if I paid attention then I'd be makin' it bigger
But you've been the dicks on the fuckin' back hoe (get it?)
And about to any minute
It got me thinkin' of finishin'
With then reapin' the benefits
sleep at the wheel again
As I'm thinking an evil that's in it
And then beat up and kill him
'Cause even if I gotta end up a pill again
ketamine or methamphetamine
Or anything, it better be at 70 to 300mg
I might as because I'ma end up being a villain again

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

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

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