Lời bài hát Lucky You - IF9M8J6D
Bài Hát: Lucky You
Ca Sĩ: Eminem, Joyner Lucas
Yeah I done did a lot of things
In my day I admit it
I don't take back what I say
If I said it then I meant it
All my life I want a Grammy
But I'll prolly never get it
I ain't never had no trophy
Or no motherfuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system I'm that nigga
Bend the law cut the rules
I'm about to risk it all
I ain't got too much to lose
Y'all been eatin' long enough
It's my turn to cut the food
Pass the plate! Where my drink
This my day lucky you
Fuck you too woo!
Y'all gotta move
Y'all gotta move
Y'all gotta move
Give me some room
Give me some room
Give me the juice
Hop out the coupe
Hop out the coupe
Hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move
Y'all gotta move
Give me the juice
Back on my bullshit
My back to the wall
Turn my back on you
All of you finished
Back to these bullets
It's back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
Back on my hood shit
It's back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck with you rappers
You practically suckin'
You mighta went platinum
But that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Straight out the kitchen
I told 'em the oven is mine
I do not fuck with you guys
If I don't kill you
Just know you gon' suffer this time
I ain't no gangster
But I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades
And a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies
A partridge a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas
Was nothin' but lies (Ayy)
I run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo)
They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo)
I live in Mars I'm not Bruno (Woo)
Bitch I'm a dog call me "Cujo" (Rah)
You play your cards
I reverse on you all
And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup)
Cállate boca mejor maricón
Little puto and all of you culo (Joyner)
They've invented a level up
In the ghetto to get old
Lookin' for somethin'
I prolly can never find now
Shit get relevant 'til the beef die down
In truth a nigga
Just really want me tied down
I've been alone
And I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shawty
I'll tell these niggas to lie down
Keep all the money
I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God
That my son'll be alright now
I said ain't no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke
When I die I'm goin' out as a underdog
Who never lost hope (Yeah)
You in the wrong cab
Down the wrong path
Nigga wrong way wrong road
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower
I done said a lotta things
In my day I admit it
This is payback in a way
I regret it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys
But I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies
Just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the difference
I'm that cracker
Bend the law fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all
Now I got too much to lose
I've been eatin' long enough
Man my stomach should be full
I just ate licked the plate
My buffet lucky me
Fuck you think
I got a couple of mansions
Still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers
But to these kids it don't actually matter
They're askin' me
What the fuck happened to hip-hop
I said I don't have any answers
'Cause I took an L
When I dropped my last album
It hurt me like hell
But I'm back on these rappers
And actually comin'
From humble beginnings
I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say
What a wonderful feeling
We're on the upswing
Like we're punchin' the ceiling
But nothin' is feeling
Like anyone has any fuckin' ability
To even stick to a subject
It's killin' me
The inability to pen humility
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta
Why don't we make a bunch of
Fuckin' songs about nothin'
And mumble 'em
Fuck it I'm goin' for the jugular
Shit is a circus
You clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
About the ones that were here
Before you that made rap
Let's recap way back
MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
ADAT's where the G Raps and Kanes at
We need 3 Stacks ASAP
And bring Masta Ace back
'Cause half of these
Rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin' face tats
Syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate trap
And I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact where the old me at
The same cat
That would take that feedback
And aim back I need that
But I think it's inevitable
They know what button to press
Or what lever to pull
To get me to snap though
And if I pay it attention
I'm probably makin' it bigger
But you've been takin'
Ya dicks in the fuckin' back ho
On the brink any minute
Got me thinkin' of finishin'
Everything with acetaminophen
And reapin' the benefits
I'm asleep at the wheel again
As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
Of another beat I'ma kill again
'Cause even if I gotta end up
Eatin' a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine
With the minithin
It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
And I might as well
'Cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
Levels to this shit I got an elevator
You could never say to me
I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
I sound like a broken record every time
I break a record
Nobody could ever take away
The legacy I made I never cater
Motherfucker now I got a right
To be this way
I got spite inside my DNA
But I roll 'til the wheels fall off
I'm workin' tirelessly ayy
It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
Like California wishin' rain to pour
In that drought y'all been prayin' for
My downfall from the 8 Mile
To the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall that outlaw
That they say as a writer might've fell off
I'm back on that bull like the cowboy
So y'all gotta move (Yeah)
Y'all gotta move (Yeah)
Y'all gotta move
Give me some room
Give me some room
Give me the juice
Hop out the coupe
Hop out the coupe
Hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move
Y'all gotta move
Bài Hát: Lucky You
Ca Sĩ: Eminem, Joyner Lucas
Yeah I done did a lot of things
In my day I admit it
I don't take back what I say
If I said it then I meant it
All my life I want a Grammy
But I'll prolly never get it
I ain't never had no trophy
Or no motherfuckin' ribbon
Fuck the system I'm that nigga
Bend the law cut the rules
I'm about to risk it all
I ain't got too much to lose
Y'all been eatin' long enough
It's my turn to cut the food
Pass the plate! Where my drink
This my day lucky you
Fuck you too woo!
Y'all gotta move
Y'all gotta move
Y'all gotta move
Give me some room
Give me some room
Give me the juice
Hop out the coupe
Hop out the coupe
Hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move
Y'all gotta move
Give me the juice
Back on my bullshit
My back to the wall
Turn my back on you
All of you finished
Back to these bullets
It's back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
Back on my hood shit
It's back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck with you rappers
You practically suckin'
You mighta went platinum
But that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Straight out the kitchen
I told 'em the oven is mine
I do not fuck with you guys
If I don't kill you
Just know you gon' suffer this time
I ain't no gangster
But I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades
And a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies
A partridge a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas
Was nothin' but lies (Ayy)
I run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo)
They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo)
I live in Mars I'm not Bruno (Woo)
Bitch I'm a dog call me "Cujo" (Rah)
You play your cards
I reverse on you all
And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup)
Cállate boca mejor maricón
Little puto and all of you culo (Joyner)
They've invented a level up
In the ghetto to get old
Lookin' for somethin'
I prolly can never find now
Shit get relevant 'til the beef die down
In truth a nigga
Just really want me tied down
I've been alone
And I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shawty
I'll tell these niggas to lie down
Keep all the money
I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God
That my son'll be alright now
I said ain't no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke
When I die I'm goin' out as a underdog
Who never lost hope (Yeah)
You in the wrong cab
Down the wrong path
Nigga wrong way wrong road
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower
I done said a lotta things
In my day I admit it
This is payback in a way
I regret it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys
But I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies
Just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the difference
I'm that cracker
Bend the law fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all
Now I got too much to lose
I've been eatin' long enough
Man my stomach should be full
I just ate licked the plate
My buffet lucky me
Fuck you think
I got a couple of mansions
Still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers
But to these kids it don't actually matter
They're askin' me
What the fuck happened to hip-hop
I said I don't have any answers
'Cause I took an L
When I dropped my last album
It hurt me like hell
But I'm back on these rappers
And actually comin'
From humble beginnings
I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say
What a wonderful feeling
We're on the upswing
Like we're punchin' the ceiling
But nothin' is feeling
Like anyone has any fuckin' ability
To even stick to a subject
It's killin' me
The inability to pen humility
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta
Why don't we make a bunch of
Fuckin' songs about nothin'
And mumble 'em
Fuck it I'm goin' for the jugular
Shit is a circus
You clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
About the ones that were here
Before you that made rap
Let's recap way back
MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
ADAT's where the G Raps and Kanes at
We need 3 Stacks ASAP
And bring Masta Ace back
'Cause half of these
Rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin' face tats
Syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate trap
And I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact where the old me at
The same cat
That would take that feedback
And aim back I need that
But I think it's inevitable
They know what button to press
Or what lever to pull
To get me to snap though
And if I pay it attention
I'm probably makin' it bigger
But you've been takin'
Ya dicks in the fuckin' back ho
On the brink any minute
Got me thinkin' of finishin'
Everything with acetaminophen
And reapin' the benefits
I'm asleep at the wheel again
As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
Of another beat I'ma kill again
'Cause even if I gotta end up
Eatin' a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine
With the minithin
It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
And I might as well
'Cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
Levels to this shit I got an elevator
You could never say to me
I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
I sound like a broken record every time
I break a record
Nobody could ever take away
The legacy I made I never cater
Motherfucker now I got a right
To be this way
I got spite inside my DNA
But I roll 'til the wheels fall off
I'm workin' tirelessly ayy
It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
Like California wishin' rain to pour
In that drought y'all been prayin' for
My downfall from the 8 Mile
To the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall that outlaw
That they say as a writer might've fell off
I'm back on that bull like the cowboy
So y'all gotta move (Yeah)
Y'all gotta move (Yeah)
Y'all gotta move
Give me some room
Give me some room
Give me the juice
Hop out the coupe
Hop out the coupe
Hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move
Y'all gotta move
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