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 take what I say
If I said it, then I it
All my I want a Grammy
But I never get it
I never 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 ain't got too to lose
Y'all been eating long
It's my turn to cut the
the plate
Where my
This my day, you
you too, woah!

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

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

If I don't care you just know that you suffer this time
I ain't no but I got some banging
Some chains, and some blades in, and a of knives
Choppers and jammies, a in a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was nothing but
Why don't you like a sumo? (sumo)
say I talk like a chulo (chulo
I live in Mars, I'm not (uh)
Bitch, I'm a dog call me

You play your cards, I on you all
And I just drop four like an Uno
Cállate la boca le cuto and all of you culo
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 down
I've been alone and never needed
only me and my shotty
I'll these niggas to lie down

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

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

I got a couple of mansons, still I don't any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it don't matter
They asking me "What the fuck to hip-hop?"
I said "I don't any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last and it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And actually coming humble beginnings
I'm of uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say a wonderful feeling
We're on the upswing we're punching the ceiling
But is stealing
Like anyone has a fucking ability to even to a subject
It's killing me, the to pin humility
Hatata
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 clowns that are up
Don't give an ounce of mother fuck about the
That were here before you to raps
Let's
Way back, that
Recap, and Dex
Eight with the G raps and
Kane's at, we three stacks
A$AP, and back Masta Ace back
half of these rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin', tats, syruped out like tree sap
I hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, would told me at the same cat that would that
Feedback and aim back, I that

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

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

It's the moment have been waiting for
Like California rain'd pour
And that drought y'all have been 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 bull like a cowboy

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