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 back 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 fuckin'
Fuck the system, I'm that
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I ain't got too to lose
Y'all been eating 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 move
Give me some room, me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, y'all move, give me the juice

Back on my bullshit, my back to the
Turn my back on you wall and you're
to these bullets, it's back 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'
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 witchu guys

If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this
I no gangster but I got some banging
Some chains, and some in, and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a tree
My twelve days of Christmas was 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 your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just 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 lookin' for something that prolly can never find out
irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now
And you would you really want me tied down
I've been alone and needed nobody
Just only me and my
tell these niggas to lie down

Keep all of the money, I never wanted the
I just to God that my son be alright now
I said ain't no for the other side
Or any one who ever smoke
When I die I'm going out as the underdog who never lost
You in the cab down the wrong path
wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, slither fast
I bought a fuckin' lawn mower

I have a lotta things in my day
I admit it, is payback in a way
I it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my to get 'em
in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the
I'm that cracker! Bend the law, the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too to lose
I been long enough
Man my stomach should be
I just ate, lick the
My buffet, me, fuck you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, still I don't any manners
You got a couple of ghost but to these kids it don't actually matter
They me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I "I don't have any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album and it hurt me like but I'm back on these rappers
And actually coming humble beginnings
I'm of uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say what a feeling
We're on the upswing like punching the ceiling
But is stealing
Like anyone has a ability to even stick to a subject
It's killing me, the inability to pin
batata
Why don't we a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm goin' for the

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

But I think inevitable they'd have a button to press or a lever
To pull that would give me the 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 about to break any
It got me thinkin' of finishin'
With acetaminophen then reapin' the
I'mma sleep at the again
As I'm thinking about an that's in it
And I'mma beat up and kill him
'Cause even if I gotta end up a pill again
ketamine or methamphetamine
Or anything, it better be at 70 to 300mg
I as well because I'ma end up being a villain again

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

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

So y'all gotta move, y'all move, y'all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, 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