Lucky You [feat. Joyner Lucas] por Eminem, tablaturas e acordes no PlayUkuleleNET

Lucky You [feat. Joyner Lucas]

por Eminem

Biografia:

Marshall Bruce Mathers III (17 de Outubro de 1972 - St. Joseph, Missouri, Estados Unidos), mundialmente famoso por seu nome artístico Eminem, é rapper, compositor, produtor e ator. É vencedor de inúmeros prêmios, dentre eles: 1 Óscar, 16 BMA, 15 Grammy's, 14 EMA, 12 VMA, 9 AMA, 7 TCA, 7 PCA, 5 WMA, 2 MTV Movie Awards. Já vendeu mais de 100 milhões de álbuns pelo mundo, sendo o artista que mais vendeu na década de 2000 e o Artista da Década pela Billboard.

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A#m F# F A#m F#
Woah Joyner Joyner yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah I done did a lot of things in my day I admit it
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I don't take back what I say if I said it then I meant it
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All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it
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I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon
A#m
Fuck the system I'm that nigga bend the law cut the rules
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I'm about to risk it all I ain't got too much to lose
A#m
Y'all been eatin' long enough it's my turn to cut the food
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Pass the plate Where my drink This my day lucky you

Fuck you too woah

A#m
Y'all gotta move Y'all gotta move Y'all gotta move
F# F
Give me some room give me some room give me the juice
A#m
Hop out the coupe hop out the coupe how 'bout I shoot
F# F
Y'all gotta move Y'all gotta move give me the juice

A#m
Back on my bullshit my back to the wall

Turn my back on you all and you're finished
F#
Back to these bullets it's back to the job
F
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
A#m
Back on my hood shit it's back to the pushin'

These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
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Can't fuck with you rappers you practically suckin'
F
You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'
A#m
I'm actually buzzin' this time

Straight out the kitchen I told them the oven is mine
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I do not fuck with you guys
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If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this time
A#m
I ain't no gangster but I got some bangin'

Some chains and some blades in and a couple of knives
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Choppers and jammies a partridge a pear tree
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My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
A#m
Why don't you holla like a sumo sumo

They say I talk like a chulo chulo
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I live in Mars I'm not Bruno
F
Bitch I'm a dog call me Cujo
A#m
You play your cards I reverse on you all

And I might just drop four like an Uno
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Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto and all of you culo
A#m
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto

Lookin' for something that prolly can never find out
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Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now
F
What you would nigga You really want me tied down
A#m
I've been alone I never needed nobody

Just only me and my shotty I'll tell these niggas to lie down
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Keep all of the money I never wanted the lifestyle
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I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
A#m
I said ain't no love for the other side

Or anyone who ever want smoke
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When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope
A#m
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

A#m F# A#m
I have said a lotta things in my day I admit it
D#m A#m
This is payback in a way I regret it that I did it
D#m F#
I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
D#m F#
Wasn't in it for the trophies just the fuckin' recognition

Fuck's the difference
A#m F
I'm that cracker bend the law fuck the rules

Man I used to risk it all now I got too much to lose
A#m F
I been eatin' long enough man my stomach should be full

I just ate lick the plate my buffet lucky me

Fuck you think Woo

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I got a couple of mansions
A#m F#
Still I don't have any manners
A#m
You got a couple of ghostwriters
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But to these kids it don't actually matter
A#m
They're askin' me What the fuck happened to hip-hop
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I said I don't have any answers
A#m
Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
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It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
A#m
And actually coming from humble beginnings
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I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
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I wish I could say What a wonderful feeling
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We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling
A#m
But nothin' is stealing like anyone has any fuckin' ability
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To even stick to a subject it's killin' me
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the inability to pin humility
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Hatata batata why don't we make a bunch of fuckin'

Songs about nothin' and mumble
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And fuck it I'm goin' for the jugular
A#m
Shit is a circus you clowns that are comin' up
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Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
A#m
About the ones that were here before you
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to make raps let's recap
A#m
Way back MC's that recap and tape decks
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Eight DATs with the G raps and Kane's hat
A#m F# A#m
We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring lap Masta Ace back
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Because half of these rappers have brain damage
A#m
All the lean rappin' face tats syruped out like tree sap
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I don't hate trap and I don't wanna seem mad
A#m
But in fact with an old-me at the same cat that would take that
D#m
Feedback and aim back I need that
F
But I think it's inevitable

That you're a 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
A#m
On the brink any minute

Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything
F#
With acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
A#m
I'ma sleep at the wheel again
F#
As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent

Of another beat I'ma kill again
A#m
Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
F#
Even ketamine or methamphetamine
A#m
With the Manidon it better be at least 7 to 3 milligram
F#
And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
A#m
Levels to this shit I got an elevator
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You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
A#m
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
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Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made a navigator
A#m F#
Motherfucker never got a right to be this way
A#m
I got spite inside my DNA
F# A#m
But I work 'til the wheels fall off I'm workin' tirelessly ay
F
It's the moment Y'all been waitin' for

Like California wishin' rain would pour
A#m
And that drought Y'all have been prayin' for
F
My downfall from the 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

A#m
So y'all gotta move yeah

Y'all gotta move yeah Y'all gotta move
F# F
Give me some room give me some room give me the juice
A#m
Hop out the coupe hop out the coupe how 'bout I shoot
F# F
Y'all gotta move Y'all gotta move give me the juice