Eminem - Lucky You (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Eminem - Lucky You (en) Lyrics
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 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 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
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, licked the plate,
my buffet, lucky me
Fuck you think? (Woo!)
Hold on a minute
Are they doing everything that
we do?
Bro, they been doing everything we
been doin' since the whole shit
They been copying me all day really?
Watch this, yeah, watch this
See
Yeah
Here,
watch
No shit!
Yeah, heh
Fuck it
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 pin 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 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 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), y'all gotta move
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta
move, give me the juice
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