Laguini berjudul Kill This Love yang sejauh ini tampil cukup meyakinkan. Di lagu ini BLACKPINK menunjukkan sisi mereka yang lebih garang dengan lagu dan MV yang disuguhkan. Lisa, Jisoo, Rose dan Jennie menjawab ekspektasi fans dengan karya yang berkualitas. Lagu ini akan menjadi salah satu hits di album Kill This Love yang berisi 5 track. Penyanyi/Artis Eminem. Judul lagu Lucky You. Genre Hip hop dan Trap. Lyric song Eminem - Lucky You. Lyric Eminem - Lucky You. Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah 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, woah! 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 and you're 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 them 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 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 Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw four like a Uno CĂĄllate boca mejor maricĂłn little puto, and all of you culo They debated the level, I've been to ghetto to ghetto Looking for something I prolly could never find now Shit get real up until 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 shotty, 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 the underdog who never lost hope 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 been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me Fuck you think? Woo! 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 coming 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 pin humility Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' Songs about nothin' and mumble! And 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 ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back Because 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 the snap though lil' bitch And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' the dicks In the fuckin' back, ho get it? 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 wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain would pour And that drought y'all have 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, how 'bout I shoot? Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Terjemahan Bahasa Indonesia Eminem - Lucky You. Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Ya, saya sudah melakukan banyak hal di hari saya, saya akui itu Saya tidak mengambil kembali apa yang saya katakan, jika saya mengatakannya maka saya bersungguh-sungguh Sepanjang hidup saya, saya menginginkan Grammy tetapi saya tidak akan pernah mendapatkannya Saya tidak pernah punya trofi atau pita motherfuckin Persetan dengan sistem, aku nigga itu, membengkokkan hukum, memotong aturan Saya akan mengambil risiko itu semua, saya tidak akan rugi terlalu banyak Kalian sudah makan cukup lama, giliranku untuk memotong makanan Lewati piring! Di mana minuman saya? Ini hari saya, beruntung Anda Persetan kamu juga, woah! Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus bergerak Beri aku ruang, beri aku ruang, beri aku jus Keluar coupe, hop coupe, hop keluar dan tembak Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus pindah, beri aku jusnya Kembali ke omong kosong, punggungku ke dinding Kembalikan saya pada Anda semua dan Anda sudah selesai Kembali ke peluru ini, itu kembali ke pekerjaan Tarik MAC saya keluar dan Anda semua tidak berlari Kembali ke omong kosong hood saya, itu kembali ke pushin ' Paket ini dan aku benar-benar memompa Tidak bisa bercinta dengan Anda rapper, Anda praktis suckin ' Anda mungkin pergi platinum, tetapi itu tidak berarti apa-apa Saya sebenarnya sedang sibuk saat ini Langsung keluar dapur, kukatakan pada mereka bahwa oven itu milikku Saya tidak bercinta dengan kalian Jika aku tidak membunuhmu, ketahuilah kau akan menderita kali ini Saya bukan gangster, tapi saya punya beberapa masalah Beberapa rantai dan beberapa bilah dan beberapa pisau Helikopter dan selai, partridge, pohon pir Dua belas hari Natal saya tidak lain adalah kebohongan Saya, lari keras seperti sumo sumo Mereka mengatakan saya berbicara seperti chulo chulo Saya tinggal di Mars, saya bukan Bruno Jalang aku anjing, panggil aku Cujo Anda memainkan kartu Anda, saya membalikkan pada Anda semua Dan saya mungkin hanya menggambar empat seperti Uno CĂĄllate boca mejor maricĂłn puto kecil, dan kalian semua culo Mereka memperdebatkan level, saya pernah ke ghetto ke ghetto Mencari sesuatu yang tidak bisa saya temukan sekarang Sial naik sampai daging sapi mati Sebenarnya seorang nigga hanya ingin aku terikat Aku sendirian, dan aku tidak pernah membutuhkan siapa pun Hanya saya dan shotty saya, saya akan memberitahu para nigga ini untuk berbaring Menyimpan semua uang, saya tidak pernah menginginkan gaya hidup Saya hanya berdoa kepada Tuhan bahwa anak saya akan baik-baik saja sekarang Saya bilang tidak cinta untuk pihak lain Atau siapa pun yang pernah ingin merokok Ketika aku mati aku akan keluar sebagai underdog yang tidak pernah kehilangan harapan Anda berada di taksi yang salah di jalan yang salah Nigga salah jalan, salah jalan Ular di rumput, tryna meluncur cepat Saya baru saja membeli mesin pemotong rumput sialan Saya selesai mengatakan hal-hal lotta di hari saya, saya mengakuinya Ini adalah balas dendam dengan cara, saya menyesal telah melakukannya Saya selesai memenangkan beberapa Grammy, tetapi saya menjual jiwa saya untuk mendapatkannya Tidak ada di dalamnya untuk piala, hanya pengakuan sialan itu Persetan bedanya? Aku cracker itu, tekuk hukum, persetan dengan aturan Man I dulu mempertaruhkan semuanya, sekarang aku terlalu banyak kehilangan Saya sudah makan cukup lama, pria perut saya harus penuh Saya baru saja makan, menjilat piring, prasmanan saya, beruntung saya Persetan menurutmu? Merayu! Saya punya beberapa rumah mewah Masih saya tidak punya sopan santun Anda punya beberapa penulis hantu Tetapi bagi anak-anak ini itu tidak terlalu penting Mereka bertanya padaku, "Apa yang terjadi dengan hip-hop?" Saya berkata, "Saya tidak punya jawaban" Karena aku mengambil huruf L ketika aku menjatuhkan album terakhirku Itu menyakitkan saya, tapi saya kembali dengan rapper ini Dan sebenarnya berasal dari awal yang sederhana Saya agak tidak nyaman menang Saya berharap bisa mengatakan, "Perasaan yang luar biasa!" Kami sedang naik seperti kita meninju langit-langit Tapi tidak ada yang merasa seperti ada yang punya kemampuan sialan Bahkan untuk berpegang pada subjek, itu membunuhku, ketidakmampuan untuk menunjukkan kerendahan hati Hatata batata, mengapa kita tidak membuat banyak saja? Lagu tentang apa pun dan bergumam! Dan persetan, aku akan pergi untuk jugular Sial adalah sirkus, kamu badut yang akan datang Jangan beri sedikit pun keparat Tentang orang-orang yang ada di sini sebelum Anda yang membuat rap, mari kita rekap Jauh di belakang, MC yang mendatangkan malapetaka di tape deck ADAT, di mana G Raps dan Kanes berada? Kami membutuhkan 3 tumpukan ASAP, dan membawa Masta Ace kembali Karena setengah dari rapper ini mengalami kerusakan otak Semua rappin 'ramping, wajah tats, sirup seperti getah pohon Aku tidak benci jebakan, dan aku tidak ingin terlihat gila Tapi nyatanya, di mana aku yang lama? Kucing yang sama yang akan mengambil itu Umpan balik dan arahkan kembali, saya membutuhkannya Tapi saya pikir itu tidak bisa dihindari Mereka tahu tombol apa yang harus ditekan atau tuas apa yang harus ditarik Untuk mendapatkan saya snap meskipun lil 'jalang Dan jika saya memperhatikannya, saya mungkin membuatnya lebih besar Tapi Anda telah mengambil penisnya Di belakang sialan, ho mengerti? Di tepi jurang, sebentar lagi Membuatku berpikir untuk menyelesaikan semuanya Dengan asetaminofen dan menuai manfaatnya Saya tertidur di belakang kemudi Ketika saya mulai memikirkan tentang niat jahat Dari pukulan lain, aku akan membunuh lagi Karena bahkan jika aku harus makan pil lagi Bahkan ketamin atau sabu Dengan minithin, lebih baik setidaknya 70 hingga 300 miligram Dan aku mungkin juga karena aku akhirnya menjadi penjahat lagi Tingkat ke omong kosong ini saya punya lift Anda tidak pernah bisa mengatakan kepada saya bahwa saya bukan pemecah rekor sialan Saya terdengar seperti rekaman yang rusak setiap kali saya memecahkan rekor Tidak ada yang bisa mengambil warisan yang saya buat, saya tidak pernah melayani Keparat sekarang aku punya hak untuk menjadi seperti ini Saya mendapat dendam di dalam DNA saya Tapi saya menulis sampai roda jatuh, saya bekerja tanpa lelah, ayy Ini saatnya kamu semua menunggu Seperti California, hujan akan turun Dan kekeringan yang kalian semua doakan Kejatuhan saya dari 8 Mile ke Southpaw Masih sama Marshall yang melarang Yang mereka katakan sebagai penulis mungkin telah jatuh Aku kembali pada banteng itu seperti koboi Jadi kalian harus bergerak yeah, kalian harus pindah yeah, kalian harus pindah Beri aku ruang, beri aku ruang, beri aku jus Keluar coupe, hop coupe, bagaimana kalau saya menembak? Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus pindah, beri aku jusnya

Shes so lucky. She's a star. But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart thinking. If there's nothing missing in my life. Then why do these tears come at night ? Lost in an image. In a dream. But there's no one there to wake her up. And the world keep spinning.

Home Eminem Joyner Lucas lagu barat Rap [MabesLirik] Lirik Lagu Lucky You Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas. Lagu Lucky You merupakan salah satu single terbaru Eminem dalam album Kamikaze, berikut ini adalah Lirik Lagu Eminem feat Joyner Lucas Lucky You selengkapnya. Lirik Lagu Lucky You Artis Eminem feat Joyner Lucas Judul Lagu Lucky You Diciptakan Oleh Eminem/Joyner Lucas/ Album Kamikaze Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas - Lucky You Marshall Bruce Mathers atau lebih dikenal dengan Eminem ini kembali merilis lagu terbaru yang berjudul Lucky You. Di lagu terbarunya ini rapper asal Michigan, Amerika Serikat tersebut berkolaborasi bersama Joyner Lucas. Lucky You adalah salah satu singl terbaru Eminem dalam album Kamikaze yang dirilis pada tanggal 30 Agustus kemarin melalui channel YouTube Eminem Music. Selain Lagu Lucky You, album Kamikaze berisi total 13 Lagu terbaru Eminem diantaranya Lucky You, The Ringer, Normal, Fall, Kamikaze, Venom dan Nice Guys. Kumpulan Lagu Terbaru Eminem tersebut sudah tersedia di YouTube dan bisa didapatkan dibeberapa platform musik digital seperti Spotify, Deezer, Tidal, iTunes dan Apple Music. Berikut ini Lirik Lagu Eminem Lucky You feat Joyner Lucas. Lihat juga lagu terkait lainnya Lirik Lagu Eminem - Fall Berikut ini adalah selengkapnya Lirik Lagu Lucky You Eminem feat Joyner Lucas Eminem Instagram Official Lirik Lucky You Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah 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, woah! 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, how bout I 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 and you're 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 might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this time I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades in and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies Why don't you holla like a sumo sumo They say I talk like a chulo chulo I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just drop four like an Uno CĂĄllate boca mejor, maricĂłn, little puto, and all of you culo They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto Lookin' for something that prolly can never find out Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now What you would nigga? You really want me tied down I've been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all of 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 Joyner When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga wrong way, the wrong road Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower Eminem I have 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 been eating long enough Man my stomach should be full I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet Lucky me Fuck you think? woo! 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 stealing like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me, the inability to pin humility Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' Songs about nothin' and mumble! And 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 to make raps, it's recap Way back, MC's that recap and tape decks ADAT's with the G raps and Kane's hat We need 3 stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back Because 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 with a old-me at the same cat that would take that Feedback and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable They all got button to press or a lever to pull They give me the snap though lil' bitch And if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it big But you've been takin' the dicks in the fuckin' back, ho get it? On the brink in a minute Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything With acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits I'ma sleep at the wheel again As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Of another beat 'em and kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the Manidon 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 a navigator Motherfucker never got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I work 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain would pour And that drought y'all have been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall that outlaw That they say is a writer might've fell off But back on that bull like the cowboys 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, how bout I shoot? 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LirikLucky You Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah 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

Lirik Lagu Eminem - Lucky You Feat. Joyner Lucas ***Joyner Lucas*** Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 motherf*ckin' ribbon F*ck 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 F*ck you too, woo! ***Joyner Lucas*** 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 ***Joyner Lucas*** 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 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 B*tch I'm a dog, call me Cujo rah You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just drop 4 like a Uno bup CĂĄllate boca mejor, maricĂłn, little puto, and all of you culo They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Shit get relevant until 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 Joyner When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope 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 f*ckin' lawn mower ***Eminem*** 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 f*ckin' recognition F*ck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, f*ck the rules Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me F*ck you think? woo! ***Eminem*** 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me The inability to pin humility Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of F*ckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em! F*ck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherf*ck About the ones that were here before you that made rap Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Rap's and Kane's 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 feed-back 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 lil b*tch And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya dicks in the f*ckin' back, ho get it? 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 f*ckin' 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 Motherf*cker know I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain would pour In that drought, y'all have 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 cowboys ***Joyner Lucas & Eminem*** 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, give me the juice Lirik Lagu Eminem Feat. Joyner Lucas - Lucky You Penyanyi Eminem & Joyner Lucas Lagu Lucky You Album Kamikaze Rilis 2018
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Sorte SuaWoahJoyner, JoynerSim, sim, simSimFiz muitas coisas na minha Ă©pocaEu admito, nĂŁo volto atrĂĄs no que eu disseSe eu disse, Ă© porque tive a intençãoEu quis um Grammy a minha vida todaMas eu provavelmente nunca irei ganharNunca ganhei um trofĂ©u ou uma droga de homenagemDane-se o sistema, eu sou esse tipo de caraBurlo as leis, quebro as regrasEstou prestes a arriscar tudoNĂŁo tenho muito a perderVocĂȘ tem se alimentado hĂĄ muito tempoÉ minha hora de cortar a comidaMe passe o pratoCadĂȘ minha bebida?Este Ă© meu diaSorte suaDane-se vocĂȘ tambĂ©m, woah!VocĂȘs todos tĂȘm que se mexer, todos tĂȘm que se mexerVocĂȘs todos tĂȘm que se mexerMe dĂȘ espaço, me dĂȘ espaço, me respeiteSuba no cupĂȘ, suba no cupĂȘ, que tal eu atirar?VocĂȘs todos tĂȘm que se mexer, todos tĂȘm que se mexerMe respeiteDe volta Ă quela merda, minhas costas contra a paredeMe volto contra vocĂȘ e vocĂȘ estĂĄ acabadoVoltar a essas balas, Ă© voltar ao trabalhoAjeito minha MAC e todos vocĂȘs fogemVoltar ao meu bairro de merda, Ă© voltar ao castigoEsses pacotes e eu estou realmente bombandoNĂŁo dĂĄ pra ferrar com seu rap, estĂĄ praticamente uma drogaVocĂȘ pode ter ganhado platina, mas nĂŁo significa nadaEstou realmente ansioso dessa vezDireto para cozinha, disse a eles que o fogĂŁo Ă© meuEu nĂŁo ferro com vocĂȘs, carasSe nĂŁo me importo contigo saiba que vocĂȘ sofrerĂĄ dessa vezNĂŁo sou nenhum gangster, mas faço um estrondoCom algumas correntes e lĂąminas, e um par de facasArmas e sorte, uma perdiz em uma ĂĄrvore de pĂȘraMeus doze dias de Natal nĂŁo foram nada alĂ©m de mentirasPor que nĂŁo aparece como um lutador de sumĂŽ? SumĂŽEles dizem que eu falo como um zĂ© ninguĂ©mEu vivo em Marte, nĂŁo sou o Bruno [Mars]Vadia, eu sou um cĂŁo, me chame de CujoVocĂȘ joga suas cartas, eu viro o jogo em todos vocĂȘsE eu ainda posso jogar um "quatro" como no UnoCale a boca seus fracotes, putos, todos vocĂȘs idiotasEles inventaram um novo nĂ­vel de quebrada para quebradaProcurando por algo que talvez nunca possam encontrarAgite, irrelevante, e diga a eles para comerem agoraO que vocĂȘ faria, cara? VocĂȘ realmente me quer presoEstive sozinho, nunca precisei de ninguĂ©mSĂł eu e minha armaEu direi a esses caras para deitarem no chĂŁoFique com a grana toda, nunca quis esse tipo de vidaSĂł peço a Deus que meu filho esteja bem agoraDigo que nĂŁo tenho amor pelo outro ladoOu por qualquer um que quis me matarQuando eu morrer, irei embora como o azaradoque nunca perdeu a esperançaVocĂȘ estĂĄ no tĂĄxi errado e no caminho erradoCara, caminho errado, estrada erradaCobras na grama, tentando deslizar rĂĄpidoAcabei de comprar um aparadorEu disse muitas coisas na minha Ă©pocaEu admito, isso Ă© o troco de alguma formaEu me arrependo de ter feito issoGanhei alguns Grammys, mas vendi minha alma por elesNĂŁo era pelo trofĂ©u, mas pelo reconhecimentoQual Ă© a porra da diferença?Sou esse branqueloBurlo as leisDane-se as regrasCara, eu costumava a arriscar tudoAgora tenho muito a perderTenho me alimentado bastanteCara, meu estĂŽmago deve estar cheioAcabei de comer, lamber o prato, meu banqueteSorte minhaVocĂȘ acha que Ă© dane-se? woo!Tenho algumas mansĂ”es, mas ainda nĂŁo tenho etiquetasVocĂȘ tem alguns escritores fantasmasMas para essas crianças, isso meio que nĂŁo importaEles me perguntam "O que aconteceu com o hip-hop? "Eu digo "NĂŁo tenho respostas"Porque eu ganhei um 0 quando lancei meu Ășltimo ĂĄlbumMe machucou demais, mas estou de volta nesses rappersE vindo, na verdade, de origens humildesDe alguma forma fico desconfortĂĄvel com vitĂłriasGostaria de poder dizer "que sentimento maravilhoso"Estamos em ascensĂŁocomo se estivĂ©ssemos batendo no tetoMas nada Ă© roubado, como se ninguĂ©m tivesse capacidadeDe ao menos ficar em um assunto, isso estĂĄ me matandoA incapacidade de fixar a humildadeHatata batata"Por que nĂŁo fazemos um monte de mĂșsicas sobre nadaE enrolamos? ", e dane-seVou direto na jugularEsta merda Ă© um circo, esses palhaços que estĂŁo surgindoNĂŁo fale um pingo sobre um filho da mĂŁeQue estava aqui antes de vocĂȘ fazer rapÉ resumirLĂĄ atrĂĄs, os MC's queRecapitulando, gravavam fitasOito arquivos com os raps em Sol eO Kane estĂĄ tipo, precisamos de trĂȘs pilhasRĂĄpido, e traga o Masta Ace de voltaPorque metade desses rappers tĂȘm problema no cĂ©rebroTodos essas rimas fracas, caras tatuadasmelou como sĂȘmemEu nĂŁo odeio a parada, e nĂŁo quero parecer bravo, masÉ de fato como o antigo eu, que levaria esseFeedback e atiraria nele, preciso dissoMas acho que Ă© inevitĂĄvelTodos tĂȘm um botĂŁo para pressionarou uma alavanca para puxarIsso me dĂĄ o estalo pelo menos vadiazinhaSe eu prestasse atenção, provavelmente tornaria isso maiorMas vocĂȘ tem aceitado os pausNa mordaça, vadia entendeu?Em um piscar de minutoMe fez pensar em acabar com tudoCom paracetamol, e depois, colher os benefĂ­ciosEstou dormindo no volante de novoEnquanto eu começo a pensar sobre uma intenção malignaDe outra batida e um assassinato novamentePorque mesmo que eu acabe tomando uma pĂ­lula de novoAtĂ© mesmo de cetamina ou metanfetaminaCom o Manidon, melhor que seja pelo menos de 70 a 300mgE talvez eu tome porque vou acabar sendo o vilĂŁo de novoDe nĂ­veis para essa merda, eu tenho um elevadorNunca poderia me dizer que nĂŁo sou um disco quebradoSoo como um disco quebrado toda vez que quebro um discoNinguĂ©m nunca pode tirar o legado, fiz um carro enormeO filho da mĂŁe nunca teve o direito de ser assimEu tenho rancor dentro do meu DNAMas eu trabalho atĂ© despencar, trabalho incansavelmenteÉ o momento que vocĂȘs todos estĂŁo esperandoComo a CalifĂłrnia esperando por uma chuvaE aquela seca pela qual vocĂȘs tĂȘm oradoA minha queda de "8 Mile" ao "Nocaute"Ainda sou o mesmo Marshall, o fora da leiQue eles dizem que Ă© um escritor que desandouMas estou de volta ao touro como um cowboyEntĂŁo vocĂȘs todos tĂȘm que se mexer simVocĂȘs todos tĂȘm que se mexer simVocĂȘs todos tĂȘm que se mexerMe dĂȘ espaço, me dĂȘ espaço, me respeiteSuba no cupĂȘ, suba no cupĂȘ, que tal eu atirar?VocĂȘs todos tĂȘm que se mexer, todos tĂȘm que se mexerMe respeiteLucky You Feat. Joyner LucasWoahJoyner, JoynerYeah, yeah, yeahYeahI done did a lot of things in my dayI admit it, I don't take back what I sayIf I said it, then I meant itAll my life I want a GrammyBut I'll prolly never get itI ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbonFuck the system, I'm that niggaBend the law, cut the rulesI'm about to risk it allI ain't got too much to loseY'all been eating long enoughIt's my turn to cut the foodPass the plateWhere my drink?This my dayLucky youFuck you too, woah!Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta movey'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot?Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta movegive me the juiceBack on my bullshit, my back to the wallTurn my back on you all and you're finishedBack to these bullets, it's back to the jobPut my MAC on and all of you runnin'Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushingThese packs and I'm actually pumpin'Can't fuck what you rapping, you practically suckin'You might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'I'm actually buzzin' this timeStraight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mineI do not fuck with you guysIf I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this timeI ain't no gangster but I got some bangingSome chains and some blades in, and a couple of knivesChoppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear treeMy twelve days of Christmas was nothing but liesWhy don't you holla like a sumo sumoThey say I talk like a chuloI live in Mars, I'm not BrunoBitch, I'm a dog call me CujoYou play your cards, I reverse on you allAnd I might just drop four like an UnoCĂĄllate boca mejor, maricĂłn, liltle puto, and all of you culoThey've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghettolookin' for something that prolly can never find outShake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right nowWhat you would nigga? You really want me tied downI've been alone, I never needed nobodyJust only me and my shottyI'll tell these niggas to lie downKeep all of the money I never wanted the lifestyleI just pray to God that my son be alright nowI said ain't no love for the other sideor anyone who ever want smokeWhen I die I'm going out as the underdogwho never lost hopeYou in the wrong cab down the wrong pathNigga wrong way, wrong roadSnakes in the grass, tryna slither fastI just bought a fuckin' lawn mowerI have said a lotta things in my dayI admit it, this is payback in a wayI regret it that I did itI done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'emWasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognitionFuck's the difference?I'm that cracker!Bend the lawFuck the rulesMan I used to risk it allNow I got too much to loseI been eating long enoughMan my stomach should be fullI just ate, lick the plate, my buffetLucky meFuck you think? woo!I got a couple of mansions, still I don't have any mannersYou got a couple of ghost writersbut to these kids it don't actually matterThey're asking 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 albumit hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappersAnd actually coming from humble beginningsI'm somewhat of uncomfortable winningI wish I could say "what a wonderful feeling"We're on the upswinglike we're punching the ceilingBut nothing is stealing, like anyone has any fucking abilityTo even stick to a subject, it's killing methe inability to pin humilityHatata batata"Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin'And mumble", and fuck itI'm goin' for the jugularShit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' upDon't give an ounce of a motherfuckAbout the ones that were here before you to make rapsit's recapWay back, MC's thatRecap, and tape decksEight DATs with the G raps andKane's at, we need three stacksASAP, and bring lap Masta Ace backBecause half of these rappers have brain damageAll the lean rappin', face tatssyruped out like tree sapI don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad but in factWith a old-me at the same cat that would take thatFeedback and aim back, I need thatBut I think it's inevitableThey all got button to pressor a lever to pullIt gives me the snap though little bitchAnd if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it bigBut you've been taking the dicksOn the fuckin' gag, hoe get it?On the brink in a minuteGot me thinkin' of finishin' everythingWith acetaminophen then reapin' the benefitsI'ma sleep at the wheel againAs I peak into thinking about an evil intentOf another beat 'em and kill again'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill againEven ketamine or methamphetamineWith the Manidon, it better be at least 70 to 300mgAnd I might as well 'cause I'ma end up being a villain againLevels to this shit I got an elevatorYou could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breakerI sound like a broken record every time I break a recordNobody could ever take away the legacy, I made a navigatorMotherfucker never got a right to be this wayI got spite inside my DNABut I work 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayeIt's the moment y'all been waiting forLike California wishin' rain'd pourAnd that drought y'all have been praying forMy downfall from the 8 Mile to the SouthpawStill the same Marshall that outlawThat they say is a writer might've fell offBut back on that bull like the cowboysSo y'all gotta move yeahy'all gotta move yeahy'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot?Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta movegive me the juice
Whenyou twist the top of the bottle, I'm a. Monster. You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers. I look like a villain outta those blockbusters. Godzilla, fire WoahJoyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, I done did a lot of things in my dayI admit itI don't take back what I sayIf I said it, then I meant itAll my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get itI ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon yeah, yeah, yeahFuck the system, I'm that niggaBend the law, cut the rulesI'm about to risk it allI ain't got too much to lose yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahY'all been eatin' long enoughIt's my turn to cut the food yeahPass the plate yeah, where my drink? Hol' upThis my day yeah, yeah, lucky you, fuck you tooY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shootY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juiceBack on my bullshit, my back to the wallTurn my back on you, all of you finishedBack to these bullets, it's back to the jobPull my MAC out and all of you runnin' yeah, yeah, yeahBack 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 might'a went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'I'm actually buzzin' this timeStraight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mineI do not fuck with you guysIf I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this timeI ain't no gangster, but I got some bangersSome chains, and some blades, and a couple of knivesChoppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear treeMy Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin' but lies IRun at you hard like a sumo sumoThey say I talk like a chulo chuloI live on Mars, I'm not BrunoBitch, I'm a dog, call me CujoYou play your cards, I reverse on you allAnd I might just draw four, like a UnoCĂĄllate boca mejor, maricĂłnLittle puto, and all of you culo JoynerThey've embedded the level, I been the ghetto to ghettoLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find nowShit get realer, but till all the beef die downIn truth, a nigga just really want me tied downI've been alone and I never needed nobodyJust only me and my shawty, I'll tell these niggas to lie downKeep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyleI just pray to God that my son'll be alright nowI said ain't no love for the other sideOr anyone who ever want smoke JoynerWhen I die, I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope yeahYou in the wrong cab, down the wrong pathNigga, wrong way, wrong roadSnakes in the grass tryna slither fastI just bought a fuckin' lawn mowerI done said a lotta things in my dayI admit itThis is payback in a way yeahI regret it that I did itI done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'emWasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognitionFuck's the difference? I'm that crackerBend the law, fuck the rulesMan, I used to risk it allNow I got too much to loseI've been eatin' long enough, man, my stomach should be fullI just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think?I got a couple of mansionsStill, I don't have any mannersYou got a couple of ghostwritersBut to these kids it don't actually matterThey'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 albumIt hurt me like hell, but I'm back on these rappers yeahAnd actually comin' from humble beginningsI'm somewhat uncomfortable winningI wish I could say What a wonderful feelingWe're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceilingBut nothin' is feelin' like anyone has any fuckin' abilityTo even stick to a subject, it's killin' meThe inability to pen humilityHa-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch ofFuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugularShit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' upDon't give an ounce of a motherfuckAbout the ones that were here before you that made rap yeahLet's recap, way back, MC's that what?Wreak havoc on tape decksADAT'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 damageAll the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sapI don't hate trap and I don't wanna seem madBut in fact, where the old me at? The same catThat would take that feedback and aim back, I need thatBut I think it's inevitable, they know what button to pressOr what lever to pull to give me to snap though lil' bitchAnd if I pay it attention, I'm prob'ly makin' it biggerBut you've been takin' ya dicks and I'm fuckin' back, ho get it?On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefitsI'm asleep at the wheel again as I begin to thinkin' about an evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill againEven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithinIt better be at least 70 or 300 milligramAnd I might as well, 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain againLevels to this shit, I got an elevatorYou could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker yeahI sound like a broken record every time I break a recordNobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never caterMotherfucker, now I got a right to be this wayI got spite inside my DNA yeahBut I roll till the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayyIt's the moment y'all been waitin' for, like CaliforniaWishin' rain to pour in that drought, y'allBeen prayin' for my downfall yeahFrom the 8 Mile to the SouthpawStill the same Marshall, that outlawThat they say as a writer, might've fell offI'm back on that bull like the cowboySo y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe Joyner, hop out the coupe Joyner, hop out and shootY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
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Lucky You feat. Joyner Lucas WoahJoyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, I done did a lot of things in my dayI admit itI don't take back what I sayIf I said it, then I meant itAll my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get itI ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon yeah, yeah, yeahFuck the system, I'm that niggaBend the law, cut the rulesI'm about to risk it allI ain't got too much to lose yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahY'all been eatin' long enoughIt's my turn to cut the food yeahPass the plate yeah, where my drink? Hol' upThis my day yeah, yeah, lucky you, fuck you tooY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shootY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juiceBack on my bullshit, my back to the wallTurn my back on you, all of you finishedBack to these bullets, it's back to the jobPull my MAC out and all of you runnin' yeah, yeah, yeahBack 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 might'a went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'I'm actually buzzin' this timeStraight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mineI do not fuck with you guysIf I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this timeI ain't no gangster, but I got some bangersSome chains, and some blades, and a couple of knivesChoppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear treeMy Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin' but lies IRun at you hard like a sumo sumoThey say I talk like a chulo chuloI live on Mars, I'm not BrunoBitch, I'm a dog, call me CujoYou play your cards, I reverse on you allAnd I might just draw four, like a UnoCĂĄllate boca mejor, maricĂłnLittle puto, and all of you culo JoynerThey've embedded the level, I been the ghetto to ghettoLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find nowShit get realer, but till all the beef die downIn truth, a nigga just really want me tied downI've been alone and I never needed nobodyJust only me and my shawty, I'll tell these niggas to lie downKeep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyleI just pray to God that my son'll be alright nowI said ain't no love for the other sideOr anyone who ever want smoke JoynerWhen I die, I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope yeahYou in the wrong cab, down the wrong pathNigga, wrong way, wrong roadSnakes in the grass tryna slither fastI just bought a fuckin' lawn mowerI done said a lotta things in my dayI admit itThis is payback in a way yeahI regret it that I did itI done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'emWasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognitionFuck's the difference? I'm that crackerBend the law, fuck the rulesMan, I used to risk it allNow I got too much to loseI've been eatin' long enough, man, my stomach should be fullI just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think?I got a couple of mansionsStill, I don't have any mannersYou got a couple of ghostwritersBut to these kids it don't actually matterThey'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 albumIt hurt me like hell, but I'm back on these rappers yeahAnd actually comin' from humble beginningsI'm somewhat uncomfortable winningI wish I could say What a wonderful feelingWe're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceilingBut nothin' is feelin' like anyone has any fuckin' abilityTo even stick to a subject, it's killin' meThe inability to pen humilityHa-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch ofFuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugularShit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' upDon't give an ounce of a motherfuckAbout the ones that were here before you that made rap yeahLet's recap, way back, MC's that what?Wreak havoc on tape decksADAT'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 damageAll the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sapI don't hate trap and I don't wanna seem madBut in fact, where the old me at? The same catThat would take that feedback and aim back, I need thatBut I think it's inevitable, they know what button to pressOr what lever to pull to give me to snap though lil' bitchAnd if I pay it attention, I'm prob'ly makin' it biggerBut you've been takin' ya dicks and I'm fuckin' back, ho get it?On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefitsI'm asleep at the wheel again as I begin to thinkin' about an evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill againEven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithinIt better be at least 70 or 300 milligramAnd I might as well, 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain againLevels to this shit, I got an elevatorYou could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker yeahI sound like a broken record every time I break a recordNobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never caterMotherfucker, now I got a right to be this wayI got spite inside my DNA yeahBut I roll till the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayyIt's the moment y'all been waitin' for, like CaliforniaWishin' rain to pour in that drought, y'allBeen prayin' for my downfall yeahFrom the 8 Mile to the SouthpawStill the same Marshall, that outlawThat they say as a writer, might've fell offI'm back on that bull like the cowboySo y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe Joyner, hop out the coupe Joyner, hop out and shootY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Sorte Sua part. Joyner Lucas UauJoyner, Joyner, Ă©, Ă©, éÉ Ă©, Ă©, éÉ, fiz muitas coisas no meu tempoAdmitoNĂŁo retiro o que disseSe falei, entĂŁo tive a intençãoPor toda minha vida quis um Grammy, mas provavelmente nunca vou ganharNunca tive um trofĂ©u ou a porra de uma faixa Ă©, Ă©, Ă©Que se foda o sistema, eu sou aquele caraQue distorce a lei, quebra as regrasEstou prestes a arriscar tudoNĂŁo tenho muito a perder Ă©, Ă©, Ă©, Ă©VocĂȘs estĂŁo comendo hĂĄ muito tempoÉ a minha vez de cortar a comida Ă©Passem o prato Ă©, cadĂȘ minha bebida? Pera aĂ­Hoje Ă© meu dia Ă©, Ă©, sorte sua, vai se foder vocĂȘ tambĂ©mTodos vocĂȘs tĂȘm que sair, todos vocĂȘs tĂȘm que sair, todos vocĂȘs tĂȘm que sairMe deem um pouco de espaço, me deem um pouco de espaço, me respeitemSaio de um carro luxuoso, saio de um carro luxuoso, saio e atiroTodos vocĂȘs tĂȘm que sair, todos vocĂȘs tĂȘm que sair, me respeitemDe volta ao meu jeito, com as costas pra paredeDou as costas pra vocĂȘs, todos vocĂȘs estĂŁo acabadosDe volta a essas balas, de volta ao trabalhoSaco minha metralhadora e todos vocĂȘs correm Ă©, Ă©, Ă©De volta Ă  minha quebrada, de volta Ă  vendaDesses pacotes e estou realmente faturandoNĂŁo posso sacanear esses rappers, vocĂȘs estĂŁo praticamente quebradosPodem atĂ© ter um disco de platina, mas isso nĂŁo significa nadaNa verdade, estou no topo dessa vezAcabei de sair da cozinha, falei pra eles que o forno Ă© meuEu nĂŁo sou amigo de vocĂȘsSe eu nĂŁo matar vocĂȘs, basta saberem que vocĂȘs vĂŁo sofrer dessa vezNĂŁo sou um gĂąngster, mas tenho algumas bombasAlgumas correntes, e algumas lĂąminas, e um par de facasArmas e pistolas, uma perdiz, uma pereiraMeus Doze Dias de Natal nĂŁo passaram de mentiras euCorro atĂ© vocĂȘ como um lutador de sumĂŽ sumĂŽEles dizem que eu falo como um bacana bacanaEu vivo em Marte, nĂŁo sou o BrunoVadia, sou um cachorrĂŁo, me chame de CujoVocĂȘs jogam suas cartas, eu mudo a direção do jogoE talvez eu faça vocĂȘs comerem um Mais 4, tipo no UnoMelhor calar sua boca, cuzĂŁoPutinho, e todos vocĂȘs, covardes JoynerEles inventaram um nivelamento, tĂŽ na favelaProcurando por algo que provavelmente nunca vou encontrarA coisa sĂł vai ficando mais sĂ©ria, mas atĂ© que a briga acabeNa verdade, esse cara sĂł quer que eu vĂĄ presoEu vivo sozinho e nunca precisei de ninguĂ©mSĂł eu e minha arma, nunca vou mandar esses caras deitaremPodem ficar com o dinheiro, nunca quis esse estilo de vidaSĂł peço a Deus que meu filho fique bemDisse que nĂŁo tenho amor pelos que estĂŁo do outro ladoOu qualquer um que queira confusĂŁo JoynerQuando eu morrer, vou ser lembrado como o azarĂŁo que nunca perdeu a esperança Ă©VocĂȘ estĂĄ no tĂĄxi errado, indo para o caminho erradoMano, sentido errado, estrada erradaCobras na grama tentam rastejar rĂĄpidoAcabei de comprar a porra de um aparadorFalei muitas coisas no meu tempoAdmitoDe certa forma, isso Ă© o troco Ă©Me arrependo do que fizJĂĄ ganhei alguns Grammys, mas vendi minha alma por elesNĂŁo queria os trofĂ©us, sĂł a porra do reconhecimentoMas qual Ă© a porra da diferença? Sou aquele branqueloQue distorce a lei, quebra as regrasCara, eu costumava arriscar tudoAgora tenho muito a perderEstou comendo hĂĄ tempo suficiente, cara, minha barriga deveria estar cheiaAcabei de comer, lambi o prato, meu buffet, sorte minha, que porra vocĂȘ acha?Tenho algumas mansĂ”esMas ainda nĂŁo tenho modosVocĂȘ tem alguns escritores-fantasmaMas pra esses jovens isso realmente nĂŁo importaEles estĂŁo me perguntando Que porra aconteceu com o hip-hop?Eu disse Eu nĂŁo tenho resposta nenhumaPorque fui chamado de perdedor quando lancei meu Ășltimo ĂĄlbumDoeu pra caramba, mas voltei pra atacar esses rappers Ă©E, na verdade, tendo vindo de um começo humildeFico um pouco desconfortĂĄvel com vitĂłriasEu gostaria de poder dizer Que sentimento maravilhosoEstamos em ascensĂŁo como se fĂŽssemos socar o tetoMas Ă© difĂ­cil me sentir assim quando parece que ninguĂ©m tem a porra da habilidadeDe pelo menos falar sobre alguma coisa, isso me mataA inabilidade de escrever com humildadeHa-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, por que a gente nĂŁo faz um monte deMĂșsicas sobre nada e sĂł fica balbuciando?Foda-se, tĂŽ mirando a jugularEssa porra Ă© um circo, vocĂȘs, palhaços novatosNĂŁo dĂŁo a mĂ­nimaPara os que estavam aqui fazendo rap antes de vocĂȘs Ă©Vamos recapitular, lĂĄ atrĂĄs, MCs que o quĂȘ?Faziam sucesso nos toca-fitasADATs, onde estĂŁo os Kool G Rap e os Big Daddy Kane?Precisamos do AndrĂ© 3000 o mais rĂĄpido possĂ­vel, e tragam o Masta Ace de voltaPorque metade desses rappers tĂȘm problemas mentaisSĂł falam sobre bebidas, tatuagens no rosto, cheios de leanNĂŁo odeio o trap e nĂŁo quero parecer bravoMas, na realidade, onde estĂĄ o antigo eu? O mesmo gatoQue pegaria essa crĂ­tica e miraria de volta, preciso dissoMas acho que Ă© inevitĂĄvel, eles sabem qual botĂŁo apertarOu qual alavanca puxar pra me deixar maluco putinhosE se eu prestar atenção, acho que provavelmente estou aumentando as coisasMas vocĂȘs tem levado pau e eu vou foder de volta, cuzĂ”es entenderam?Estou no limite, o tempo todo penso em acabarTudo com Paracetamol e colher os benefĂ­ciosEstou dormindo no volante de novo enquanto começo a pensar sobre as mĂĄs intençÔes em outra mĂșsica de sucesso que vou fazerPorque mesmo se eu acabar voltando pras drogasMesmo cetamina ou metanfetamina com minitinaÉ melhor ser pelo menos entre 70 e 300 miligramasE talvez seja melhor, porque vou acabar virando o vilĂŁo de novoExistem nĂ­veis nessa merda, tenho um elevadorVocĂȘ nunca pode dizer que eu nĂŁo quebro recordes Ă©Pareço um disco arranhado toda vez que quebro um recordeNinguĂ©m pode apagar o legado que fiz, eu nĂŁo abro mĂŁoFilho da puta, agora tenho direito de ser assimTenho desprezo em meu DNA Ă©Mas eu escrevo atĂ© as mĂŁos caĂ­rem, estou trabalhando incessantemente, eiÉ o momento pelo qual todos tĂȘm esperado, como a CalifĂłrniaEsperando a chuva cair naquela seca, todos vocĂȘsTem rezado pela minha volta Ă©Do 8 Mile ao NocauteAinda sou o mesmo Marshall, aquele fora da leiQue eles dizem que, como compositor, deve ter decaĂ­doSubi de novo em cima do touro como um caubĂłiEntĂŁo todos vocĂȘs tĂȘm que sair, Ă©, todos vocĂȘs tĂȘm que sair, Ă©, todos vocĂȘs tĂȘm que sairMe deem um pouco de espaço, me deem um pouco de espaço, me respeitemSaio de um carro luxuoso Joyner, saio de um carro luxuoso Joyner, saio e atiroTodos vocĂȘs tĂȘm que sair, todos vocĂȘs tĂȘm que sair, me respeitem
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Loading... woah joyner, joyner yah, yah, ya 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 prolly never get it i ain’t never had no trophy or no mother f–kin’ ribbon f–k the system, i’m that n-gg- bend the law, cut the rules i’m about to risk it all i ain’t got too much to lose y’all been eating long enough it’s my turn to cut the food p-ss the plate where my drink? this my day, lucky you f–k you too, woah! 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, how ’bout i shoot? y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, give me the juice back on my bullsh-t, my back to the wall turn my back on you wall and you’re finished back to these bullets, it’s back to the job put my mac on all of you runnin’ back on my hood sh-t, it’s back to the pushing these packs and i’m actually pumpin’ can’t f–k whatchu rapping you practically suckin’, you might’ve went platinum, but that don’t mean nuthin’ i’m actually buzzin’ this time straight out the kitchen, i told them the oven is mine i do not f–k witchu guys if i don’t care you just know that you gonna suffer this time i ain’t no gangster but i got some banging some chains, and some blades in, and a couple of knives choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree my twelve days of christmas was nothing but lies why don’t you holla like a sumo sumo they say i talk like a chulo i live in mars, i’m not bruno b-tch, i’m a dog call me cujo you play your cards, i reverse on you all and i might just drop four like an uno cã¡llate la boca maricã³n 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 find out shake irrelevant and tell ’em to beef right now and you would n-gg- you really want me tied down i’ve been alone and never needed n-body just only me and my shotty i’ll tell these n-gg-s to lie down keep all of the money, i never wanted the lifestyle i just pray to god that my son be alright now i said ain’t no love for the other side or any one who ever want smoke when i die i’m going out as the underdog who never lost hope you in the wrong cab down the wrong path n-gg- wrong way, wrong road snakes in the gr-ss, tryna slither fast i just bought a f–kin’ lawn mower i have 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 f–kin’ recognition f–k’s the difference? i’m that cracker! bend the law, f–k the rules man i used to risk it all, now i got too much to lose i been eating long enough man my stomach should be full i just ate, lick the plate my buffet, lucky me, f–k you think? woo! i got a couple of mentions, still i don’t have any manners you got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it don’t actually matter they asking me “what the f–k happened to hip-hop?” i said “i don’t have any answers” ’cause i took an l when i dropped my last alb-m and it hurt me like h-ll but i’m back on these rappers and actually coming from humble beginnings i’m somewhat of uncomfortable winning i wish i could say what a wonderful feeling we’re on the upswing like we’re punching the ceiling but nothing is stealing like anyone has a f–king ability to even stick to a subject it’s k!lling me, the inability to pin humility hatata batata why don’t we make a bunch of f–kin’ songs about nothin’ and mumble, oh f–k it i’m goin’ for the jugular sh-t is a circus, you clowns that are comin’ up don’t give an ounce of mother f–k about the ones that were here before you to make raps let’s recap way back, mc’s that recap, and take dex eight dats with the g raps and kane’s at, we need three stacks a$ap, and bring back masta ace back because 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, would told me at the same cat that would take that feedback and aim back, i need that but i think it’s inevitable they’d have a b-tton to press or a lever to pull that would give me the snap though little b-tch and if i paid attention then i’d probably be makin’ it bigger but you’ve been taking the d-cks on the f–kin’ back hoe get it? and about to break any minute it got me thinkin’ of finishin’ everything with acetaminophen then reapin’ the benefits i’mma sleep at the wheel again as i’m thinking about an evil that’s in it and then i’mma beat up and k!ll him ’cause even if i gotta end up eating a pill again even ketamine or methamphetamine or anything, it better be at least 70 to 300mg i might as well because i’ma end up being a villain again never should’ve gotten an elevator you could never say to me i’m not a f–kin record breaker i sound like a broken record every time i break a record n-body could ever take away the legacy that i have made a mother f–ker ain’t got a right to be this way i got spite inside my dna but i work until my wheels fall off, i work tirelessly, aye it’s the moment y’all have been waiting for like california wishin’ rain’d pour and that drought y’all have been praying for my downfall from the 8 mile to the southpaw still the same marshall that outlaw that they say is a writer might have fell of but got back up on that bull like a cowboy so 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, how ’bout i shoot? y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, give me the juice
Verse 1: Eminem] I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to See Marshall no more; they want Shady, I'm chopped liver Well, if you want Shady, this what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed

Original lyrics 7 translations [Intro Joyner Lucas] Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah[Bridge 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 Yah I said it 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![Chorus Joyner Lucas] 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[Verse 1 Joyner Lucas] 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 nines Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My 12 days of Christmas was nothin' but lies 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 CĂĄllate boca mejor, maricĂłn, 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 'nother 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 shotty, 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 Joyner When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope Yeah You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road Woo, woo Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower Vroom![Bridge Eminem] 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? Woo![Verse 2 Eminem] 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 Lil' bitch And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya digs in the fuckin' back, ho Get it? 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 wrote '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[Chorus Joyner Lucas & Eminem] 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, give me the juice

Berikutini adalah lirik lagu Jonghyun – 1000 beserta terjemahan Indonesianya agar kamu lebih memahami maknanya. Jonghyun (ìą…í˜„) – 1000 Album: JONGHYUN The Collection – Story (ìą…í˜„ 소품집 `읎알Ʞ) Op.2` Lyrics: ìą…í˜„ (JONGHYUN) Composition: ìą…í˜„ (JONGHYUN), ìœ„í”„ëŠŹí‚€ Arrangement: ìą…í˜„ (JONGHYUN), ìœ„í”„ëŠŹí‚€ Release date: 2017.04.24 HANGUL 하나 둘 셋 또 ï»żSabtu, 24 November 2018 0700 WIBLucky You Feat. Joyner Lucas[Joyner Lucas] Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 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 drop 4 like a Uno bup CĂĄllate boca mejor, maricĂłn, little puto, and all of you culo They've invented a level up in the ghetto to ghetto Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Shit get relevant until 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 shotty, 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 Joyner When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope 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 [Eminem] 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 been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me Fuck you think? woo! 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 Hatata batata, 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 ADATs, 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 feed-back 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 lil bitch And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho get it? 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 wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain would 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 cowboys So y'all gotta move yeah, y'all gotta move yeah [Joyner Lucas] 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 .
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