Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive (Remix)

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

1]
This is God's plan, someone me
I've sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my
Me and Satan up in a red Ferrari
Don't be trying to put your arm around me
44 shots traumatize in front of 45 hit 44
Carbon say you kamikazes
for e'rybody
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
This is not Versace, is hot hibachi
This is Hiroshima, this is
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking humanoid
With plenty hammers I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners when you about me
Ain't too hard to me
I've been killing niggas, still nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas than a strep throat
Spanish bitch wanna give me besos
must've forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib right after I clean out shit and then put All of your fucking money in a escrow
Fuck what you saying, I'm not the one that you play
I think they really mistaken, I wasn't up?
You thought wrong and you all gone, all
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean
Tell P that I'm on one
be the down with a Du-Rag
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I don't fuck you, that's too bad (god damn)
Hoe, you played out like the
Ain't no bygones bygones
I should murder niggas I buy guns
Hoe, you get like Nylon
is my band, I'm Dylon
All I wanna do is just drop on you cheerleadin' niggas with the pom-poms
My Jamaica bitch got socks on, time I hit it she be like, "Wagwan"
Peter Piper picked a pepper, and I picked the
Pick a fight, I a side, I put you on a stretcher
Piper picked up a nine, I put it together
Started at the people, they 'bout to meet the Beretta
Better meet the metal, I'm in need of a heat of a
Put you deeper than what's deep of the sea of the
I've been scheming while I'm creeping, fifty feet to the Jetta
speed and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they 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 fucking job, this my life, this my,

2]
All of wishy, washy
All my kids in a car seat
I my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi
Lyin' in the sand, too much in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan, hope that God hold your hand, I think I'm 'bout to me a body!
Tell all my teachers that I I'm back on my G shit and I'm coming back to get even
I went on tour and got paid, now I'm back in the region, I let off this mac for no
You are now greatness, I'm practically preaching and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you basic motherfuckas are achievement, and I've just been laughing and geekin'
Back to business, I got mad intentions, I perfect, I done made Some bad decisions
But competition, I'm a savage winning
You can the digits, I'm a mathematician
I don't see you niggas, I've been lacking
You've acting different, I've been acting distant
I'ma do some shit to bring me mad
You gon' do some shit that me back to prison, whoa!
is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a fire
I think my gun got a on you, boy, you 'bout to meet your secret admirer
How you do shit you don't wanna do? I do that just to keep Me inspired
I used to hit it and leave when I wanted to, now I hit it and be inside her, woo
Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em, put motherfucking Smoke up on 'em with that holy water
Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona [?] motor runnin'
Man, too many niggas know about it, but I about it
Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the morning, but I gotta Show 'em it's all about and I'ma call 'em out
I ain't that nigga you talk about, you better calm it down
Don't be tryna give me the runaround, I'll 'em down god damn, wait

508 all on my side, gon' ride, they gon' ride
this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, bitch I
I got no fucking job, this my life, this my

3]
This is plan, someone stop me
I was sent here Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my
Me and pull up in a red Buggati
Don't be tryna put fucking arm around me
the drama, it ain't hard to find me
This a lucid dream, a out-of-body
UFO while I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, pull up on a
187 on the behind me
This is Hiroshima, this is
I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god
Now me Papi
Plenty hammers ride on shotty
Better use your manners you talk about me
It ain't hard to find me,
My Joyner