Luyện nghe bài hát Look Alive (Remix)

All you a lie
Nigga, I ever been a "yes" man
All you gonna die, you can get murdered on
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 been sent from Illuminati
Evil written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red
Don't be to put your fucking arm around me
44 traumatize in front of 45 hit 44 more
Carbon copies say you
That's for
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
This is not Versace, this is hot
is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking humanoid
With plenty when I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners when you about me
Ain't too to find me
been killing niggas, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas than a strep throat
Spanish bitch that wanna give me
They 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 you saying, I'm not the one that you play with
I think they really mistaken, I wasn't up?
You wrong and you all gone, all done
I might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John
Tell P that I'm on one
I'ma be the down a Du-Rag
ate out, that's a PopCon
If I don't fuck you, that's too bad (god damn)
Hoe, you played out like the
Ain't no being bygones
I should murder niggas when I buy
Hoe, you get stretched like
is my band, I'm Dylon
All I wanna do is just bombs on you cheerleadin' niggas with the pom-poms
My Jamaica got socks on, every 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
Peter Piper up a nine, I put it together
Started at the people, they 'bout to meet the Beretta
Better the metal, I'm in need of a heat of a measure
Put you deeper what's deep of the sea of the desert
I've been scheming I'm creeping, like fifty feet to the Jetta
speed and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

508 all on my side, they 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 fucking job, my life, this my, wait

2]
All of y'all wishy,
All y'all my kids in a car
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 Tekashi
Lyin' in the sand, too time in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan, hope that God your hand, I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!
Tell all my teachers that I said I'm back on my G shit and I'm coming back to get
I went on tour and got paid, now I'm back in the region, I let off mac for no reason
You are now witnessing greatness, I'm practically preaching and is the passion of Jesus
And all you basic are lacking 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 it's competition, I'm a savage
You can have the digits, I'm a
I don't see you niggas, I've been vision
You've been acting different, been acting distant
I'ma do some shit to me mad attention
You gon' do some shit that send me to prison, whoa!
is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a fire
I think my gun got a crush on you, boy, you 'bout to your secret admirer
How you do shit you don't wanna do? I do that shit to keep Me inspired
I used to hit it and leave I wanted to, now I hit it and be Sleepin' inside her, woo
Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em, put that motherfucking Smoke up on 'em that 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 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 shut 'em 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

3]
This is God's plan, stop me
I was sent from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my
Me and Satan up in a red Buggati
Don't be tryna put your fucking arm me
Bring the drama, it ain't to find me
This a dream, this a out-of-body
UFO flying I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, pull up on a
187 on the cops me
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god
Now call me
Plenty wanna ride on shotty
use your manners when you talk about me
It ain't hard to find me,
My name