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 ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm that
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I ain't got too much to
Y'all eating long enough
my turn to cut the food
Pass the
my drink?
This my day, you
you too, woah!

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

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

If I don't care you just know that you gonna this time
I ain't no gangster but I got banging
Some chains, and some blades in, and a of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a tree
My twelve days of Christmas was but lies
Why don't you holla a sumo? (sumo)
They say I talk a chulo (chulo
I in Mars, I'm not Bruno (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 maricón le and all of you culo
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for that prolly they can never find out
Shake irrelevant and 'em to beef right now
And you would nigga you want me tied down
I've been alone and never needed
Just only me and my
I'll tell these to lie down

Keep all of the money, I never wanted the
I just pray to God my son be alright now
I ain't no love 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 way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, tryna fast
I just bought a fuckin' 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 Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, the fuckin' recognition
the difference?
I'm that cracker! Bend the law, the rules
Man I to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
I been eating long
Man my stomach be full
I just ate, lick the
My buffet, me, fuck you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, still I have any manners
You got a couple of ghost but to these kids it don't actually matter
asking me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I said "I don't any answers"
I took an L when I dropped my last album and it hurt 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 upswing like we're punching the
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 bunch of songs about nothin'
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 here before you to make raps
Let's
Way back, MC's
Recap, and Dex
DATs with the G raps and
Kane's at, we need stacks
A$AP, and bring Masta Ace back
Because half of these rappers brain damage
All the rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate trap, and I wanna seem mad
But in fact, would told me at the same cat would take that
Feedback and aim back, I need

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

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

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

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