Lucky_You钢琴谱_Eminem

Lucky You是Eminem与Joyner Lucas合作的歌曲，收录在Eminem的专辑Kamikaze中。Eminem的韵脚依然无懈可击，流淌的说唱就像四季的河流一样多变华丽，天赋让他睥睨群雄霸气不减。更重要的是，当其他从贫民窟走出来的说唱明星开始炫耀自己有多少车子、票子、马子，或者拥有多国护照，谁都奈何我不得的时候，中年Eminem却低头审视自己的灵魂，并直面了自己是一个并不怎么崇高的恶棍的现实。心口相连，凤凰涅槃，越颓靡越励志。

 

Lucky You歌词：

 

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**kin' ribbon

F**k the system I'm that n**ga 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**k 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 bullsh*t 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 sh*t it's back to the pushin'

These packs and I'm actually pumpin'

Can't f**k 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**k 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**ch 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

Sh*t get relevant until the beef die down

In truth a n**ga 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 n**gas 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

N**ga wrong way wrong road

Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast

I just bought a f**kin' 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**kin' recognition

F**k's the difference

I'm that cracker bend the law f**k 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**k 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**k 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**kin' 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**kin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em

F**k it I'm goin' for the jugular

Sh*t is a circus you clowns that are comin' up

Don't give an ounce of a motherf**ker

'Bout the ones that were here before you to make raps

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**ch

And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger

But you've been takin' ya d**ks in the f**kin' back ho'

Get it

On the brink any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'

Everything wit' 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 eating 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 sh*t I got an elevator

You could never say to me I'm not a f**kin' 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

Motherf**ker 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

But 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