Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive

All you a lie
Nigga, I ain't been a "yes" man
All you gonna die, you can get on webcam
I don't get sweat through a headband
You look alive,
that's you don't really know you a dead man

is God's plan, someone stop me
I've been sent from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my
Me and pull up in a red Ferrari
Don't be trying to put your arm around me
44 shots from the .45, hit 44 more
copies say you kamikazes
That's for
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
This is not Versace, is hot hibachi
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking Anunnaki
With hammers when I'm riding shotty
use your manners when you talk about me
Ain't too to find me
I've been killing niggas, ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep
Spanish bitch wanna give me besos
They must've forgot I was up
Speed out your crib right after I clean out
shit and put All of your fucking money in a escrow
what you saying, I'm not the one that you play with
I think they really mistaken, I next up?
You thought and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I might bring back Sean John
Tell P Diddy I'm on one
I'ma beat it with a Du-Rag
ate out, that's a PopCon
If I fuck with you, that's too bad (god damn)
Ho, you out like the thong song
Ain't no being bygones
I murder niggas when I buy guns
Ho, you get stretched Nylon
This is my band, I'm
All I do is just drop bombs on
you cheerleadin' niggas with the
My bitch got socks on,
time I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
Peter picked a pepper, and I picked the pressure
Pick a fight, I a side, I put you on a stretcher
Peter Piper up a nine, I put it together
Started at the people, they 'bout to meet the Beretta
Better the metal, I'ma need a Fujita to measure
Put you than what's deep of the sea of the desert
been scheming while I'm creeping, like fifty feet to the Jetta
Niggas and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

508 all on my side, gon' ride, they gon' ride
Nigga, a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied
I ain't got no job, this my life, this my, wait—

All of y'all wishy and
All y'all my kids in a car
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like
in the sand,
too time in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan,
hope God hold your hand, I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!
Tell all my teachers that I said I'm
on my G shit and I'm back to get even
I went on and got paid,
now I'm back in the region, I let off this mac for no
You are now greatness,
I'm preaching and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you motherfuckas are lacking
achievement, and I've just been and geekin'
to business, I got mad intentions,
I ain't perfect, I done made some bad
But it's competition, I'm a savage
You can have the digits, I'm a
I see you niggas, I've been lacking vision
You've acting different, I've been acting distant
I'ma do some shit to bring me mad
You do some shit that send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you keep putting your feet in a fire
I think my gun got a on you,
boy, you to meet your secret admirer
How you do shit you don't do?
I do that just to keep me inspired
I used to hit it and leave when I
to, now I hit it and be sleepin' her, woo
Roll up on 'em when I up on 'em,
put that motherfucking smoke up on 'em with holy water
Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona motor runnin'
Man, too many know about it, but I thought about it
Prayed about it to the Lord it in the morning,
but I gotta show 'em what it's all about and I'ma 'em out
I ain't that nigga you could talk about, you better calm it
Don't be give me the
runaround, I'ma 'em down god damn, wait

508 all on my side, gon' ride, they gon' ride
Nigga a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, bitch I
I ain't got no job, this my life, this my

is God's plan, someone stop me
I was here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red
be tryna put your fucking arm around me
Bring the drama, it hard to find me
a lucid dream, this a out-of-body
UFO flying I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, up on a Kawasaki
187 on the behind me
is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god
Now call me
Plenty hammers when I'm shotty
Better use your manners when you about me
It hard to find me, motherfucker
My Joyner