Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I done did a lot of in my day
I admit it, I take back what I say
If I said it, I meant it
All my life I a Grammy
But I never get it
I ain't had no trophy or no mother fuckin' ribbon
the system, I'm that nigga
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I ain't got too to lose
Y'all been long enough
It's my to cut the food
Pass the
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

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

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

If I don't you just know that you gonna suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some
chains, and some blades in, and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a in a pear tree
My twelve days of was nothing but lies
Why you holla like a sumo? (sumo)
say I talk like 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 maricón le cuto and all of you
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for something prolly they can never find out
irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now
And you would nigga you really want me down
I've been alone and never nobody
Just me and my shotty
I'll tell niggas to lie down

Keep all of the money, I never the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son be now
I said ain't no love for the other
Or any one who ever smoke
When I die I'm 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 slither
I just bought a fuckin' lawn

I have a lotta things in my day
I admit it, is payback in a way
I it that I did it
I won a couple Grammys but I sold 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 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 of mansons, still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it actually matter
They asking me "What the fuck 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 these
And actually coming humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of uncomfortable
I wish I could say what a wonderful
We're on the like we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
Like anyone has a fucking ability to even to a subject
It's killing me, the to pin humility
Hatata
Why don't we make a bunch of songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm for the jugular

Shit is a circus, you clowns that are up
Don't give an ounce of fuck about the ones
That were before you to make raps
recap
Way back, that
Recap, and Dex
DATs with the G raps and
Kane's at, we three stacks
A$AP, and bring back Masta Ace
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 that would take
and aim back, I need that

But I think it's inevitable they'd have a button to 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 been taking the dicks on the fuckin' back hoe (get it?)
And to break any minute
It got me thinkin' of finishin'
With acetaminophen then the benefits
I'mma at the wheel again
As I'm thinking about an that's in it
And I'mma beat up and kill him
'Cause if I gotta end up eating a pill again
ketamine or methamphetamine
Or anything, it be at least 70 to 300mg
I might as well because end up being a villain again

Never gotten 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 that I have
A mother fucker ain't got a to be this way
I got spite my DNA
But I until my wheels fall off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

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