Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Timbuck2 Day

Me and Fiasco, Hollywood, California
Palm trees, lights
Enjoy the
Before we take it down, I need everybody in the buiding now
from right to left, front to back, to right,
to put both hands in the sky right now we get to the next song
We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? some noise
Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me you make some fuckin' noise

Say insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I the pain
Yeah, I came, why I came in the game to do my thang
So think?
my story on the wall,
on the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too gangster to be in the video
Insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my
So whatchu

See when loves comes from the center, I'mma tumble to my
I heard you heard I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners
Gimmie them inches I make out them, bitches, bru
Listen, you couldn't do a in trial while in my innertube
de Force, tied so I am not the daddy
Had to move the club all by myself 'cause I ain't had no
Gladly, didn't always that cake but I always had a patty
Or at least a home girl Ayesha from Cincinnati

Word to Ken and Kathy, who says that we be happy?
Sadly that it ain't no on that block, let Laffy Taffy
to trap me, dug out like a nappy snappy, even Lassie
Attacked me, tag me for grappling so I can get to wrestlin'
For the because the foundation is my heart, that's my start
Play my part, make communications my art
my DJ the Serato, got that chico from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
Gimmie the mic, yeah (why?), uh 'cause ain't kickin' it right

Yeah, uhh
Doin' them papers for the like I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all me like a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Tran, Hula dance
Not Yokozuna in booty pants, on Hoover, I do the Dam
Or at least I'm tryin', in the hopes that I see diamonds
On a boat and a of mind and on a coast with a decent climate
Where dopes seek refinement
And the pros keep it client
And the wanna see my rhymin'
For the dose of the science (yeah)
Way the maze on the way

To the stage at the pace of Grace (okay)
And a raisin in the rays of the Sun
Wouldn't fade in the of the day (okay)
you lay in a cage with a snake
Gettin' filleted on the back and it nailed to the
Not the nails from salons but the nails that
And a razor blade to the face
To your sins? Nah
They want that fate, no
They won't that place, yeah
Gotta get mine from the love below and above in the mud
And the mind of a kind but I'm tryna
But design all the like floods
If you see me from the road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
the mic (why?) 'cause they ain't kickin' it right

Stay insane, in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the to do my thang
So think?
Write my on the wall,
on the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too gangster to be in the video
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the you got that Lupe
And I'm as Michael Bublé eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down just Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my
That's ying-yang, Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
That's the best of both worlds like God the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now might drive you insane
Keep blacks all that waist, but don't wanna make us senseis
That's insane, slaves, man's like, "I don't wanna work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves",
Colder than a goalay, golder than my
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe like Evander Holay
cleaner than a solar panel, power panoramic camera
Tanner photo album, used to smuggle cocaine
Now they don't that beef, let that child talk like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, mild sauce on my wings

Gimmie the mic, whatchu Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu
the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, want?
Gimmie the mic, want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
the mic (why?) 'cause they ain't kickin' it right

Stay insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the to do my thang
So whatchu
Write my on the wall,
on the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too to be dancin' in the video

We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where at? Make some noise
Got a day in the city, ooh,
not too to be dancin' in the video
Timbuck2, basically a kid from Chicago that loves DJ'ing