Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I did a lot of things in my day
I it, I don't take back what I say
If I said it, then I it
All my life I a Grammy
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 been eating enough
my turn to cut the food
Pass the
my drink?
This my day, you
you too, woah!

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

Back on my bullshit, my to the wall
Turn my on you wall and you're finished
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 packs and I'm actually pumpin'
fuck whatchu rapping
You practically suckin', you might've went platinum, but that don't nuthin'
I'm actually buzzin' this
Straight out the kitchen, I told the oven is mine
I do not fuck guys

If I don't care you know that you gonna suffer this time
I ain't no but I got some banging
Some chains, and some blades in, and a couple of
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a tree
My days of Christmas was nothing but lies
Why don't you like a sumo? (sumo)
They say I like a chulo (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog me Cujo

You play your cards, I on you all
And I might drop four like an Uno
la boca maricón le cuto and all of you culo
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto for something that prolly they can never find out
Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to right now
And you would you really want me tied down
I've been and never needed nobody
Just only me and my
tell 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 for the other side
Or any one who ever want
When I die I'm out as the underdog who never lost hope
You in the wrong cab the wrong path
Nigga wrong way, road
Snakes in the grass, tryna fast
I bought a fuckin' lawn mower

I said a lotta things in my day
I it, this is payback in a way
I it that 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 eating long enough
Man my should be full
I ate, lick the plate
My buffet, lucky me, you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, still I don't have any
You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it actually matter
They asking me "What the happened to hip-hop?"
I "I don't 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 uncomfortable
I wish I could say what a feeling
on the upswing like we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
Like anyone has a fucking ability to even to a subject
killing me, the inability 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 are comin' up
Don't an ounce of mother fuck about the ones
That were before you to make raps
Let's
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 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 would take that
Feedback and aim back, I need

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

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

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

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