Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I done did a lot of in my day
I admit it, I don't take back I say
If I said it, then I it
All my life I want a
But I prolly get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no fuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm that
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I got too much to lose
Y'all been long enough
It's my turn to cut the
Pass the
Where my
This my day, you
you too, woah!

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

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

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

You play cards, I reverse on you all
And I might drop four like 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 beef now
And you would nigga you really want me down
I've been and never needed nobody
only me and my shotty
I'll tell niggas to lie down

all of the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God my son be alright now
I said no love for the other side
Or any one who want smoke
When I die I'm going out as the underdog who never hope
You in the cab down the wrong path
wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, tryna 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
Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin'
the difference?
I'm cracker! Bend the law, fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too to lose
I been eating long
Man my should be full
I just ate, the plate
My buffet, lucky me, you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansons, still I have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it don't actually
asking me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I "I don't have any answers"
'Cause I an L when I dropped my last album and it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And actually coming humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of uncomfortable
I wish I could say what a wonderful
on the upswing like we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
Like anyone has a fucking to even stick to a subject
killing me, the inability to pin humility
Hatata
Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm for the jugular

Shit is a circus, you clowns are comin' up
Don't give an of mother fuck about the ones
That were before you to make raps
Let's
Way back, MC's
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 brain damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out tree sap
I hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, would told me at the cat that would take that
and aim back, I need that

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

should've gotten 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 ain't 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 rain'd pour
And drought y'all have been praying for
My
the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall outlaw
they say is a writer might have fell of
But got back up on bull like a cowboy

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