Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I done did a lot of in my day
I it, I don't take back what I say
If I said it, then I it
All my life I a Grammy
But I never get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no mother ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm nigga
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I got too much to lose
Y'all been eating long
It's my to cut the food
the plate
Where my
my day, lucky you
you too, woah!

Y'all gotta
gotta move
Y'all move
me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
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 back on you and you're 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 and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck rapping
You practically suckin', you might've platinum, but that don't mean nuthin'
I'm actually buzzin' this
out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
I do not fuck guys

If I don't care you just that you gonna suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some
Some chains, and some in, and a couple of knives
and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree
My days of Christmas was nothing 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 play your cards, I on you all
And I might just four like an Uno
Cállate la boca maricón le 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
Shake and tell 'em to beef right now
And you would nigga you want me tied down
I've been alone and needed nobody
Just me and my shotty
I'll tell these to lie down

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

I have said a lotta in my day
I admit it, is payback in a way
I regret it I did it
I won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the
I'm that cracker! the law, fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to
I been eating enough
Man my stomach should be
I just ate, the plate
My buffet, lucky me, you think? (woo!)

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

Shit is a circus, you clowns are comin' up
give an ounce of mother fuck about the ones
That were here before you to raps
recap
Way back, that
Recap, and Dex
Eight with the G raps and
at, we need three stacks
A$AP, and bring back Ace back
Because half of these have brain damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like sap
I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna mad
But in fact, would told me at the same cat that would that
Feedback and aim back, I need

But I think inevitable they'd have a button to press or a lever
To pull that give me the snap though (little bitch)
And if I paid then I'd probably be makin' it bigger
But you've been taking the dicks on the fuckin' hoe (get it?)
And to break any minute
It got me thinkin' of everything
acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
I'mma sleep at the wheel
As I'm thinking an evil that's in it
And then I'mma up and kill him
even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Even or methamphetamine
Or anything, it be at least 70 to 300mg
I might as well because end up being a villain again

should've gotten an elevator
You could say to me I'm not a fuckin record breaker
I sound like a broken record every I break a record
Nobody could ever away the legacy that I have made
A mother fucker got a right to be this way
I got inside my DNA
But I work until my fall off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

So y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta
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 gotta move, me the juice