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 it, then I meant it
All my life I a Grammy
But I prolly get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no mother fuckin'
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 to cut the food
the plate
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

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

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

If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer time
I ain't no gangster but I got banging
Some chains, and blades in, and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a tree
My twelve days of Christmas was but lies
Why you holla like a sumo? (sumo)
They say I talk 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 just drop four an Uno
Cállate la boca maricón le cuto and all of you
They've invented a off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for something that prolly they can never find out
Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef now
And you would nigga you really want me tied
I've been alone and needed nobody
Just only me and my
I'll tell these to lie down

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

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 couple 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 risk it all, now I got too to lose
I eating long enough
Man my stomach be full
I just ate, the plate
My buffet, me, fuck you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, still I don't any manners
You got a couple of writers but to these kids it don't actually matter
asking me "What the fuck happened 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 coming from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of uncomfortable
I wish I say what a wonderful feeling
We're on the like we're 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 make a of fuckin' songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm goin' for the

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

But I think it's inevitable they'd have a button to press or a
To that would give me the snap though (little bitch)
And if I paid attention then I'd probably be 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
sleep at the wheel again
As I'm about an evil that's in it
And I'mma beat up and kill him
'Cause even if I gotta end up a pill again
Even ketamine or
Or anything, it be at least 70 to 300mg
I as well because I'ma end up being a villain again

should've gotten an elevator
You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin record
I sound like a record every time I break a record
Nobody ever take 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 fall off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

So y'all gotta move, gotta 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 I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, y'all move, give me the juice