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-歌名：Lucky You

-歌手：Eminem / Joyner Lucas

歌词：

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 (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!

Grammy：格莱美 | Prolly：大概 | Ain't：没有，不是（are not; am not） | Trophy：奖杯 | Ribbon：（勋章等的）绶带，此处代指荣誉 | Nigga：（美国俚语）黑人 [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

Gotta：必须 | Hop out：跳下 | Coupe：跑车 | Juice：此处表示尊重 [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 knives

Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree

My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies (Ayy)

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)

Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner，西班牙语)

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 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 a 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!)

Bullshit：胡说八道 | Bullets：子弹（复数） | MAC：MAC-10，英格拉姆冲锋枪 | Hood shit：地盘 | Platinum：白金，此处代指白金唱片 | Gangster：黑帮 | Bangers：炸弹（复数） | Blades：刀片（复数） | Choppers：砍刀（复数） | Jammies：睡衣裤 | Partridge：鹧鸪鸟 | Sumo：相扑手 | Chulo：皮条客 | Bruno：火星哥 | Cujo：狂犬 | Uno：优诺牌 | Ghetto：贫民窟 | Shotty：美女 | Underdog：失败者 [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!)

Cracker：白人 | Licked：舔（过去式） | Buffet：自助餐 [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 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 pay it 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 is a writer might've fell off

I'm back on that bull like the cowboy

Mansions：豪宅 | Ceiling：天花板，此处指顶峰 | Jugular：喉，此处指窒息的好歌 | Circus：马戏团 | Clowns：小丑 | Recap：回顾 | Wreak havoc：释放怒火 | Tape decks：磁带 | Trap：一种音乐风格 | Acetaminophen：镇痛剂 | ketamine：K粉 | Villain：恶人 | Legacy：馈礼 | Spite：仇恨，恶意 [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

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