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 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 much to
been eating long enough
It's my turn to cut the
the plate
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

Y'all gotta
Y'all move
Y'all gotta
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

on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you wall and finished
Back to these bullets, it's 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 practically suckin', you might've went platinum, but that mean nuthin'
I'm actually this time
out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
I do not fuck witchu

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 blades in, and a of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a tree
My days of Christmas was nothing but lies
Why don't you holla a sumo? (sumo)
They say I talk like a (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog call me

You play cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop four 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 prolly they can never find out
Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to right now
And you nigga you really want me tied down
been alone and never needed nobody
Just me and my shotty
I'll these 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 side
Or any one who ever smoke
When I die I'm going out as the who never lost hope
You in the wrong cab the wrong path
wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, tryna slither
I just bought a fuckin' mower

I have said a things in my day
I admit it, is payback in a way
I regret it I did it
I done won a couple Grammys but I my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the 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 long enough
Man my stomach should be
I just ate, lick the
My buffet, lucky me, you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers but to these it don't actually matter
They me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I said "I don't any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I 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 could say what a feeling
We're on the like we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
Like anyone has a 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 about
And mumble, oh it
I'm for the jugular

is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of mother about the ones
That were here before you to make
Let's
Way back, that
Recap, and Dex
Eight DATs with the G and
Kane's at, we three stacks
A$AP, and bring Masta Ace back
Because half of these have brain damage
All the rappin', face tats, syruped 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 that would take
Feedback and aim back, I that

But I think it's inevitable they'd have a to press or a lever
To pull that give me the snap though (little bitch)
And if I paid attention then I'd be makin' it bigger
But you've been taking the on the fuckin' back hoe (get it?)
And to break any minute
It got me thinkin' of finishin'
acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
I'mma sleep at the wheel
As I'm thinking about an evil 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 be at least 70 to 300mg
I might as well because I'ma end up being a villain

Never should've gotten an
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 ever away the legacy that I have made
A mother fucker ain't got a to be this way
I got inside my DNA
But I work until my wheels off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

So y'all gotta move, gotta move, y'all 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