Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I did a lot of things in my day
I admit it, I don't back what I say
If I it, then I meant it
All my life I want a
But I prolly get it
I ain't had no trophy or no mother fuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm nigga
Bend the law, cut the
I'm about to it all
I ain't got too to lose
Y'all been eating enough
It's my to cut the food
the plate
Where my
This my day, you
you too, woah!

Y'all gotta
gotta move
Y'all gotta
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I
Y'all gotta move, y'all move, give me the juice

Back on my bullshit, my back to the
Turn my on you wall and you're finished
Back to these bullets, back to the job
Put my MAC on all of you
Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushing packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't whatchu rapping
You practically suckin', you might've went platinum, but that don't mean
I'm actually this time
Straight out the kitchen, I them the oven is mine
I do not witchu guys

If I don't care you just know you gonna suffer this time
I ain't no but I got some banging
Some chains, and some blades in, and a couple of
Choppers and jammies, a in a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was but lies
Why don't you holla like a (sumo)
They say I talk like a (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog me Cujo

You your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop four an Uno
la boca maricón le cuto and all of you culo
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for that prolly they can never find out
Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to right now
And you would nigga you want me tied down
I've been and never needed nobody
Just only me and my
I'll tell niggas to lie down

Keep all of the money, I never the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son be now
I ain't no love for the other side
Or any one who ever smoke
When I die I'm going out as the underdog who never hope
You in the cab down the wrong path
Nigga wrong way, road
in the grass, tryna slither fast
I just a fuckin' lawn mower

I said a lotta things in my day
I it, this is payback in a way
I regret it I did it
I won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the
I'm that cracker! Bend the law, fuck the
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to
I been long enough
Man my should be full
I just ate, the plate
My buffet, lucky me, you think? (woo!)

I got a of mansons, still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost but to these kids it don't actually matter
asking me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I "I don't have any answers"
I took an L when I dropped my last album and it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And actually coming from humble
I'm of uncomfortable winning
I wish I say what a wonderful feeling
We're on the upswing like we're the ceiling
But nothing is
anyone has a fucking ability to even stick to a subject
It's killing me, the inability to pin
batata
Why don't we make a bunch of songs about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm for the jugular

Shit is a circus, you that are comin' up
Don't an ounce of mother fuck about the ones
That were here before you to make
recap
Way back, MC's
Recap, and Dex
Eight DATs the G raps and
Kane's at, we three stacks
A$AP, and bring back Masta Ace
Because of these rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin', tats, syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate trap, and I don't seem mad
But in fact, would told me at the same cat would take that
Feedback and aim back, I that

But I think it's inevitable they'd have a button to press or a
To pull that would me the snap though (little bitch)
And if I paid then I'd probably be makin' it bigger
But you've been taking the on the fuckin' back hoe (get it?)
And to break any minute
It got me thinkin' of finishin'
acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
I'mma at the wheel again
As I'm thinking about an evil in it
And then I'mma up and kill him
'Cause if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Even ketamine or
Or anything, it better be at least 70 to
I as well because I'ma end up being a villain again

Never should've gotten an
You never say to me I'm not a fuckin record breaker
I sound like a broken record every time I break a
Nobody could ever take away the legacy that I have
A fucker ain't got a right to be this way
I got inside my DNA
But I work until my wheels fall off, I tirelessly, aye

It's the moment have been waiting for
Like California wishin' rain'd
And drought y'all have been praying for
My
From the 8 Mile to the
Still the Marshall that outlaw
That say is a writer might have fell of
But got back up on bull like a cowboy

So y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta
Give me some room, me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, y'all move, give me the juice