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, then I it
All my life I a Grammy
But I prolly get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no fuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm nigga
the law, cut the rules
I'm about to it all
I got too much to lose
Y'all been long enough
my turn to cut the food
Pass the
my drink?
This my day, you
you too, woah!

Y'all move
Y'all gotta
Y'all 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

Back on my bullshit, my back to the
my back 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 hood shit, it's back to the pushing packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck rapping
You practically suckin', you went platinum, but that don't mean nuthin'
I'm actually this time
Straight out the kitchen, I them the oven is mine
I do not witchu guys

If I don't care you just know that you gonna this time
I ain't no but I got some banging
Some chains, and some in, and a couple of knives
and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was nothing but
Why don't you holla 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 your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop four an Uno
Cállate la boca le cuto and all of you culo
invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for something that prolly they can never find out
Shake irrelevant and 'em to beef right now
And you would nigga you really want me tied
been alone and never needed nobody
Just me and my shotty
I'll tell these to lie down

Keep all of the money, I never wanted the
I pray to God that my son be alright 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 cab down the wrong path
Nigga wrong way, road
in the grass, tryna slither fast
I just bought a fuckin' lawn

I have a lotta things in my day
I admit it, this is in a way
I it that I did it
I done won a Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the
I'm that cracker! the law, fuck the rules
Man I used to it all, now I got too much to lose
I eating long enough
Man my stomach be full
I ate, lick the plate
My buffet, me, fuck you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, still I don't have any
You got a couple of writers but to these kids it don't actually matter
They me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I said "I have any answers"
'Cause I took an L I dropped my last album and it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And actually from humble beginnings
I'm of uncomfortable winning
I wish I say what a wonderful feeling
on the upswing like we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
Like has a fucking ability to even stick to a subject
It's killing me, the inability to pin
batata
Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about
And mumble, oh it
I'm goin' for the

Shit is a circus, you that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of mother fuck about the
That were here you to make raps
Let's
Way back, MC's
Recap, and Dex
Eight DATs 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, 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 that take that
Feedback and aim back, I that

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 then I'd probably be makin' it bigger
But you've been taking the dicks on the back hoe (get it?)
And about to break any
It got me thinkin' of finishin'
With acetaminophen reapin' the benefits
I'mma sleep at the again
As I'm about an evil that's in it
And then I'mma beat up and 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 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 like a record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take the legacy that I have made
A mother fucker got a right to be this way
I got inside my DNA
But I work until my wheels fall off, I tirelessly, aye

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

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