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 take what I say
If I said it, then I it
All my I want a Grammy
But I prolly get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no mother ribbon
the system, I'm that nigga
Bend the law, cut the
I'm about to it all
I ain't got too to lose
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 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 I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, me the juice

Back on my bullshit, my back to the
Turn my back on you and you're finished
Back to these bullets, it's to the job
Put my MAC on all of you
Back on my hood shit, it's to the pushing these packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck rapping
You practically suckin', you might've platinum, but that don't mean nuthin'
I'm buzzin' this time
out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
I do not witchu guys

If I don't care you just that you gonna suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some
Some chains, and some in, and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a tree
My twelve days of Christmas was nothing but
Why don't you holla like a (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 four like 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 something that prolly they can find out
irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now
And you would you really want me tied down
I've been alone and never needed
Just only me and my
I'll these niggas to lie down

all of the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God 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 out as the underdog who never lost hope
You in the wrong cab down the path
wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, tryna fast
I just bought a fuckin' lawn

I have said a lotta 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, just the fuckin'
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 been long enough
Man my stomach should be
I just ate, lick the
My buffet, lucky me, you think? (woo!)

I got a of mansons, still I don't have any manners
You got a of ghost writers but to these kids it don't actually matter
They asking me "What the happened to hip-hop?"
I said "I have 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 actually from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of uncomfortable
I wish I say what a wonderful feeling
We're on the upswing like we're the ceiling
But nothing is
anyone has a fucking ability to even stick to a subject
It's me, the inability to pin humility
batata
Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm goin' for the

is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of mother fuck about the
That here before you to make raps
recap
Way back, MC's
Recap, and Dex
Eight DATs with the G and
Kane's at, we three stacks
A$AP, and bring back Masta Ace
Because half of rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, out like tree sap
I don't trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, would told me at the same cat would take that
and aim back, I need that

But I think it's inevitable have a button to press or a lever
To pull that give me the snap though (little bitch)
And if I paid 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 of finishin' everything
acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
I'mma sleep at the wheel
As I'm thinking about an evil in it
And then I'mma beat up and him
even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Even ketamine or
Or anything, it be at least 70 to 300mg
I might as well because end up being a villain again

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

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

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