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 said it, then I it
All my life I a Grammy
But I never get it
I ain't had no trophy or no mother fuckin' ribbon
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 turn to cut the
Pass the
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

Y'all gotta
Y'all move
Y'all 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 gotta move, me the juice

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

If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this
I ain't no gangster but I got some
Some chains, and some blades in, and a couple of
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear
My days 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 your cards, I reverse on you all
And I just drop four 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 prolly they can never out
Shake and tell 'em to beef 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 these niggas to lie down

Keep all of the money, I never wanted the
I pray to God that my son be alright now
I ain't no love for the other side
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 wrong
wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, tryna slither
I just bought a lawn mower

I have a lotta things in my day
I admit it, is payback in a way
I regret it I did it
I done won a couple 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 risk it all, now I got too to lose
I eating long enough
Man my stomach be full
I just ate, lick the
My buffet, lucky me, fuck you (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
They 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 hell but I'm back on rappers
And coming from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of winning
I wish I could say what a feeling
on the upswing like we're punching the ceiling
But is stealing
Like anyone has a fucking to even stick to a subject
It's killing me, the inability to pin
Hatata
Why don't we make a of fuckin' songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm for the jugular

Shit is a circus, you clowns are comin' up
give an ounce of mother fuck about the ones
That were here before you to make
Let's
Way back, that
Recap, and Dex
Eight DATs the G raps and
at, we need three stacks
A$AP, and bring Masta Ace back
Because half of these have brain 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 me at the same cat that would take that
Feedback and aim back, I that

But I think it's inevitable they'd a button to press or a lever
To pull that give me the snap though (little bitch)
And if I attention then I'd probably be makin' it bigger
But you've been taking the dicks on the fuckin' hoe (get it?)
And about to break any
It got me thinkin' of finishin'
acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
I'mma at the wheel again
As I'm thinking an evil that's in it
And then I'mma 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 well because I'ma end up being a villain

Never gotten an elevator
You could never say to me I'm not a record breaker
I sound like a broken record every time I a record
Nobody could take away 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 off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

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 I shoot?
Y'all move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice