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Joyner Lucas, Eminem Year 2018 405 2,919 Views Playlists 6 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing 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 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

[Intro Joyner Lucas]Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Refrain Joyner Lucas]Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit itI don't take back what I say, if 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 nigga, bend the law, cut the rulesI'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahY'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food YeahPass the plate Yeah, where my drink Hol' up?This my day Yeah, yeah, lucky you, fuck you too, woo![Chorus Joyner Lucas]Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta moveGive me some room Woo!, give me some room Hey!, give me the juiceHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shootY'all gotta move Boom, bap, y'all gotta move Woo!, give me the juice[Verse 1 Joyner Lucas]Back on my bullshit, my back to the wallTurn my back on you, all of you finished Bap, bop, bopBack 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' YuhYou 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 guys Woo!If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time Yeah!I 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 Chulo!I live on Mars, I'm not Bruno Woo!Bitch, I'm a dog, call me Cujo RahYou play your cards, I reverse on you allAnd I might just draw four like a Uno BupCállate boca mejor, maricónLittle puto, and all of you culo JoynerThey've invented a level up in the ghetto to get oldLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Yeah, yeahShit get relevant 'til all the beef die down YeahIn truth, a nigga just really want me tied down Bop, bopI'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 now Woo! Woo!I 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 road Woo! Woo!Snakes in the grass tryna slither fastI just bought a fuckin' lawn mower Vroom![Refrain Eminem]I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit itThis is payback in a way Yeah, I regret it that I did itI done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em AhWasn't in it for the trophies Nah, just the fuckin' recognitionFuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rulesMan, I used to risk it all, now 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? Woo![Verse 2 Eminem]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 feeling!We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!"But nothin' is feeling 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 decks WooADAT'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 Nah, and I don't wanna seem madBut in fact Yeah, 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 eating a pill againEven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithinIt better be at least seventy or three-hundred 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 'til the wheels fall off, I'm working 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 cowboys

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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 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 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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