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, I meant it
All my life I want a
But I never get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no mother fuckin'
Fuck the system, I'm nigga
the law, cut the rules
I'm about to it all
I ain't got too much to
Y'all eating 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 I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the

Back on my bullshit, my back to the
Turn my back on you 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 these packs and I'm pumpin'
Can't fuck whatchu
You suckin', you might've 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 fuck guys

If I don't care you know that you gonna suffer this time
I no gangster but I got some banging
chains, and some blades in, and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a in a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was but lies
Why you holla like a sumo? (sumo)
They say I like 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 might just drop four an Uno
Cállate la maricón le cuto and all of you culo
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to lookin' for something that prolly they can never find out
Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef 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

Keep all of the money, I never the lifestyle
I just to God that my son be alright now
I said ain't no for the other side
Or any one who ever smoke
I die I'm going out as the underdog who never lost hope
You in the wrong cab down the wrong
Nigga wrong way, road
Snakes in the grass, tryna slither
I just bought a fuckin' lawn

I have said a lotta in my day
I admit it, this is in a way
I it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys but I my soul to get 'em
in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the
I'm cracker! Bend 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 should be
I ate, lick the plate
My buffet, me, fuck you think? (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
asking 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 coming from humble
I'm somewhat of winning
I wish I could say what a feeling
We're on the upswing we're punching the ceiling
But is stealing
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
give an ounce of mother fuck about the ones
That were before you to make raps
recap
Way back, MC's
Recap, and Dex
DATs with the G raps and
Kane's at, we three stacks
A$AP, and back Masta Ace back
Because half of these rappers have damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like sap
I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna mad
But in fact, would told me at the cat that would take that
Feedback and aim back, I need

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

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

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

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