Hopout 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 Ifyou let me Ill be. Lirik Lagu Into You – Ariana Grande Im so into you I can barely breathe And all I wanna do is to fall in deep But close aint close enough til we cross the line baby So name a game to play and Ill role the dice hey Oh baby look what you started The temperatures rising in. Yeah Im lost without it. Oh baby look what you 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 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 F*ck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it Doyou hear me, I'm talking to you Across the water across the deep blue ocean Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying [Colbie Caillat:] Boy, I hear you in my dreams I feel your whisper across the sea I keep you with me in my heart You make it easier when life gets hard [Both:] Lucky I'm in love with my best friend Lucky to have been where I Im up all night to get some. Aku begadang sepanjang malam 'tuk senang-senang. She's up all night for good fun. Dia begadang sepanjang malam 'tuk bersuka ria. I'm up all night to get lucky. Aku begadang sepanjang malam 'tuk bebas berc*nta. IV. We're up all night 'til the sun. Im friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head. You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath. And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy. [Verse 1: Eminem] I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek. Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey. Wanted to receive attention for my music. Ilove the way you lie Am F I love the way you lie Am You ever love somebody so much You can barely breathe When you're with them F You meet And neither one of you Even know what hit them C Got that warm fuzzy feeling Yeah them chills Used to get them G Now you're getting fucking sick Of looking at them Iknow I'm a liar. If she ever tries to fucking leave again. I'mma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire. I'm just gonna. Just gonna stand there and watch me burn. Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry. Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie. Feministwomen love Eminem Wanita feminis menyukai Eminem Chicka chicka chicka Slim Shady I’m sick of him Chicka chicka chicka Slim Shady Aku muak padanya look at him, walking around grabbing his you know what Lihatlah dia, berjalan berkeliling menyambarnya kau tahu apa Flipin’ the you know who “yeah, but hes so cute though” xZlH. [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 Sabtu, 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 Cállate boca mejor, maricón, 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