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 said it, then I it
All my I want a Grammy
But I never get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no fuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm that
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I ain't got too to lose
been eating long enough
It's my turn to cut the
Pass the
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

Y'all move
Y'all move
gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, 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

Back on my bullshit, my back to the
Turn my back on you wall and finished
Back to these bullets, it's to the job
Put my MAC on all of you
Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushing these packs and I'm pumpin'
Can't fuck rapping
You practically suckin', you might've platinum, but that don't mean nuthin'
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 that you gonna this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some
chains, and some blades in, and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear
My twelve days of Christmas was but lies
Why don't you holla like a (sumo)
They say I talk like a (chulo
I in Mars, I'm not Bruno (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog me Cujo

You your cards, I reverse on you all
And I just drop four like an Uno
Cállate la boca le cuto and all of you culo
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for something that prolly they can never out
irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now
And you would nigga you really want me down
I've alone and never needed nobody
only me and my shotty
I'll tell these niggas to lie

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

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

I got a couple of mansons, I don't have any manners
You got a couple of writers but to these kids it don't actually matter
asking me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I said "I have any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album and it hurt me like hell but I'm on these rappers
And actually from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of uncomfortable
I wish I say what a wonderful feeling
We're on the upswing like we're punching the
But is stealing
Like anyone has a fucking ability to even stick to a
It's killing me, the to pin humility
batata
Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm for the jugular

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

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 attention then I'd probably be makin' it
But you've been taking the dicks on the fuckin' hoe (get it?)
And about to break any
It got me thinkin' of finishin'
With acetaminophen then the benefits
I'mma at the wheel again
As I'm thinking about an that's in it
And then beat up and kill him
'Cause even if I gotta end up a pill again
Even or methamphetamine
Or anything, it be at least 70 to 300mg
I as well because I'ma end up being a villain again

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

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

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