AprendeInglés de una forma divertida con el vídeo musical y la letra de la canción "Lucky You" de Eminem & Joyner Lucas. Géneros. Pop; Rock; Rock Duro; Heavy Metal; Hip-Hop/Rap; Dance; Electrónica; Alternativa; Indie; Punk; Rhythm & Blues; Eminem. 7 años | 392748 jugadas. as7733. Don’t Stop Megan Thee Stallion, Young Thug. 1 año Thismy 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 Artimakna lirik lagu Kill This Love yang dinyanyikan oleh Blackpink dan diterjemahkan ke dalam Bahasa Indonesia. Kill This Love merupakan lagu dari album Kill This Love yang rilis pada tahun 2019. Blackpink adalah girlband atau K-Pop asal Korea Likea liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers And what goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flap of my dollar stack Thismy 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. contoh saling ketergantungan antara komponen biotik dan komponen abiotik adalah. Joyner Lucas, Eminem Year 2018 405 92 Views Playlists 1 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons! 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 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, 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 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 them the oven is mine I do not f*ck 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 bangin' Some chains and some blades in 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 drop four like an Uno Cállate boca mejor, maricón, 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, 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 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 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! 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 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 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 motherfuck About the ones that were here before you to make raps, let's recap Way back, MC's that recap and 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 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, any 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, 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 is a writer might've fell off But back on that bull like the cowboys 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 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing 117 fans Written by Gary Lucas, Jahaan Sweet, Marshall Mathers, Matthew Samuels, Ray Illya Fraser Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind 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 Cállate boca mejor, maricón, 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 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 Cállate boca mejor maricón 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 Cállate boca mejor maricón 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 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 UnoCállate boca mejor, maricónLittle 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 SuaWoahJoyner, JoynerSim, sim, simSimFiz muitas coisas na minha épocaEu admito, não volto atrás no que eu disseSe eu disse, é porque tive a intençãoEu quis um Grammy a minha vida todaMas eu provavelmente nunca irei ganharNunca ganhei um troféu ou uma droga de homenagemDane-se o sistema, eu sou esse tipo de caraBurlo as leis, quebro as regrasEstou prestes a arriscar tudoNão tenho muito a perderVocê tem se alimentado há muito tempoÉ minha hora de cortar a comidaMe passe o pratoCadê minha bebida?Este é meu diaSorte suaDane-se você também, woah!Vocês todos têm que se mexer, todos têm que se mexerVocês todos têm que se mexerMe dê espaço, me dê espaço, me respeiteSuba no cupê, suba no cupê, que tal eu atirar?Vocês todos têm que se mexer, todos têm que se mexerMe respeiteDe volta àquela merda, minhas costas contra a paredeMe volto contra você e você está acabadoVoltar a essas balas, é voltar ao trabalhoAjeito minha MAC e todos vocês fogemVoltar ao meu bairro de merda, é voltar ao castigoEsses pacotes e eu estou realmente bombandoNão dá pra ferrar com seu rap, está praticamente uma drogaVocê pode ter ganhado platina, mas não significa nadaEstou realmente ansioso dessa vezDireto para cozinha, disse a eles que o fogão é meuEu não ferro com vocês, carasSe não me importo contigo saiba que você sofrerá dessa vezNão sou nenhum gangster, mas faço um estrondoCom algumas correntes e lâminas, e um par de facasArmas e sorte, uma perdiz em uma árvore de pêraMeus doze dias de Natal não foram nada além de mentirasPor que não aparece como um lutador de sumô? SumôEles dizem que eu falo como um zé ninguémEu vivo em Marte, não sou o Bruno [Mars]Vadia, eu sou um cão, me chame de CujoVocê joga suas cartas, eu viro o jogo em todos vocêsE eu ainda posso jogar um "quatro" como no UnoCale a boca seus fracotes, putos, todos vocês idiotasEles inventaram um novo nível de quebrada para quebradaProcurando por algo que talvez nunca possam encontrarAgite, irrelevante, e diga a eles para comerem agoraO que você faria, cara? Você realmente me quer presoEstive sozinho, nunca precisei de ninguémSó eu e minha armaEu direi a esses caras para deitarem no chãoFique com a grana toda, nunca quis esse tipo de vidaSó peço a Deus que meu filho esteja bem agoraDigo que não tenho amor pelo outro ladoOu por qualquer um que quis me matarQuando eu morrer, irei embora como o azaradoque nunca perdeu a esperançaVocê está no táxi errado e no caminho erradoCara, caminho errado, estrada erradaCobras na grama, tentando deslizar rápidoAcabei de comprar um aparadorEu disse muitas coisas na minha épocaEu admito, isso é o troco de alguma formaEu me arrependo de ter feito issoGanhei alguns Grammys, mas vendi minha alma por elesNão era pelo troféu, mas pelo reconhecimentoQual é 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 estômago deve estar cheioAcabei de comer, lamber o prato, meu banqueteSorte minhaVocê acha que é dane-se? woo!Tenho algumas mansões, mas ainda não tenho etiquetasVocê tem alguns escritores fantasmasMas para essas crianças, isso meio que não importaEles me perguntam "O que aconteceu com o hip-hop? "Eu digo "Não tenho respostas"Porque eu ganhei um 0 quando lancei meu último álbumMe machucou demais, mas estou de volta nesses rappersE vindo, na verdade, de origens humildesDe alguma forma fico desconfortável com vitóriasGostaria de poder dizer "que sentimento maravilhoso"Estamos em ascensãocomo se estivéssemos batendo no tetoMas nada é roubado, como se ninguém tivesse capacidadeDe ao menos ficar em um assunto, isso está me matandoA incapacidade de fixar a humildadeHatata batata"Por que não fazemos um monte de músicas sobre nadaE enrolamos? ", e dane-seVou direto na jugularEsta merda é um circo, esses palhaços que estão surgindoNão fale um pingo sobre um filho da mãeQue estava aqui antes de você fazer rapÉ resumirLá atrás, os MC's queRecapitulando, gravavam fitasOito arquivos com os raps em Sol eO Kane está tipo, precisamos de três pilhasRápido, e traga o Masta Ace de voltaPorque metade desses rappers têm problema no cérebroTodos essas rimas fracas, caras tatuadasmelou como sêmemEu não odeio a parada, e não quero parecer bravo, masÉ de fato como o antigo eu, que levaria esseFeedback e atiraria nele, preciso dissoMas acho que é inevitávelTodos têm um botão para pressionarou uma alavanca para puxarIsso me dá o estalo pelo menos vadiazinhaSe eu prestasse atenção, provavelmente tornaria isso maiorMas você tem aceitado os pausNa mordaça, vadia entendeu?Em um piscar de minutoMe fez pensar em acabar com tudoCom paracetamol, e depois, colher os benefíciosEstou 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 pílula de novoAté mesmo de cetamina ou metanfetaminaCom o Manidon, melhor que seja pelo menos de 70 a 300mgE talvez eu tome porque vou acabar sendo o vilão de novoDe níveis para essa merda, eu tenho um elevadorNunca poderia me dizer que não sou um disco quebradoSoo como um disco quebrado toda vez que quebro um discoNinguém nunca pode tirar o legado, fiz um carro enormeO filho da mãe nunca teve o direito de ser assimEu tenho rancor dentro do meu DNAMas eu trabalho até despencar, trabalho incansavelmenteÉ o momento que vocês todos estão esperandoComo a Califórnia esperando por uma chuvaE aquela seca pela qual vocês têm oradoA minha queda de "8 Mile" ao "Nocaute"Ainda sou o mesmo Marshall, o fora da leiQue eles dizem que é um escritor que desandouMas estou de volta ao touro como um cowboyEntão vocês todos têm que se mexer simVocês todos têm que se mexer simVocês todos têm que se mexerMe dê espaço, me dê espaço, me respeiteSuba no cupê, suba no cupê, que tal eu atirar?Vocês todos têm que se mexer, todos têm 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 UnoCállate boca mejor, maricón, 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

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