Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You

Joyner,
Yah, yah, ya

I done did a lot of in my day
I admit it, I 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 had no trophy or no mother fuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system, I'm that
Bend the law, cut the
I'm to risk it all
I got too much to lose
Y'all been long enough
It's my turn to cut the
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 back on you wall and you're
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 whatchu
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 witchu

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

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

all of the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son be now
I said 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 wrong cab down the path
Nigga wrong way, road
Snakes in the grass, slither fast
I just bought a fuckin' mower

I have said a things in my day
I admit it, is payback in a way
I regret it I did it
I done won a Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, the fuckin' recognition
the difference?
I'm that cracker! the law, fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too to lose
I been eating enough
Man my should be full
I just ate, the plate
My buffet, me, fuck 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
They asking me "What the happened to hip-hop?"
I "I don't have any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my album and it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And actually from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat of uncomfortable
I wish I say what a wonderful feeling
on the upswing like we're punching the ceiling
But nothing is
Like anyone has a ability to even stick to a subject
It's me, the inability to pin humility
batata
Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' about nothin'
And mumble, oh it
I'm for the jugular

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

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

Never gotten an elevator
You could say to me I'm not a fuckin record breaker
I sound like a broken record time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I have made
A mother ain't got a right to be this way
I got spite my DNA
But I work my wheels fall off, I work tirelessly, aye

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

So y'all move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
me some room, give me some room, give 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