Kunci Gitar Eminem – Lucky you Versi 1

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Intro
Bbm Gb Fm
Chorus 1
Yeah, I done did a lot of thingBbms in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I saGby, if I said it then I meaFmnt it All my life I want a GraBbmmmy, but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trGbophy or no motherfuckin' riFmbbon (Yah I said it) Fuck the system, I'm that niBbmgga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it aGbll, I ain't got too much to loFmse FmY'all been eatin' long enouBbmgh, it's my turn to cut the food Pass the plate! Where my drinGbk? This my day, luckyFm you FmFuck you too, woo!
Chorus 2
BbmY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move GbGive me some room, give me some roFmom, give me the juice BbmHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot GbY'all gotta move, y'all gotta mFmove, give me the juice
Verse 1
BbmBack on my bullshit, my back to the wall BbmTurn my back on you, all of you finished GbBack to these bullets, it's back to the job Pull myFm MAC out and all of you runnin' BBbmack on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' BbmThese packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck with you rappGbers, you practically suckin' You mighta went platFminum but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzinBbm' this time BbmStraight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine I do not fuGbck with you guys If I don't kill you, just kFmnow you gon' suffer this time I ain't no gBbmangster but I got some bangers BbmSome chains and some blades and a couple of knives Choppers and Gbjammies, a partridge, a pear tree My twelve days of ChriFmstmas was nothin' but lies (Ayy) BbmI run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo) BbmThey say I talk like a chulo (Chulo) GbI live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo) FmBitch I'm a dog, call me "Cujo" (Rah) YBbmou play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup)
GbCallate boca mejor, maricon, little putFmo, and all of you culo (Joyner) They've invBbmented a level up in the ghetto to get old BbmLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Shit get relGbevant 'til the beef die down In truth aFm nigga just really want me tied down I've been alBbmone and I never needed nobody BbmJust only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the mGboney, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray toFm God that my son'll be alright now I said Bbmain't no love for the other side BbmOr anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner) WhGben I die I'm goin' out as a underdog Fmwho never lost hope (Yeah) You in the wrBbmong cab down the wrong path
Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo)
Snakes iGbn the grass tryna slither fast I just boFmught a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!)
Chorus 1
I done said a lBbmotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a waGby, I regret it that I Fmdid it I done won a couple GGbrammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em Wasn't in it for the tFmrophies, just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the difference?
I'm that Fcracker, bend the law, fuck the rules FMan I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose FI've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full FI just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me FFuck you think? (Woo!)
Verse 2
BbmI got a couple of mansions GbStill I don't have any manners BbmYou got a couple of ghost writers But to these kidGbs it don't actually matter They're askBbmin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I saGbid, "I don't have any answers." 'Cause I took an LBbm when I dropped my last album It hurt me like heGbll but I'm back on these rappers And actually cBbmomin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfGbortable winning I wish I could saBbmy, "What a wonderful feeling!" "We're on the upswing like Gbwe're punchin' the ceiling!" But nothin' is feelBbming like anyone has any fuckin' ability
To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me
The Gbinability to pen humility GbHa-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of BbmFuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em? FuGbck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a Bbmcircus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an oGbunce of a motherfuck About the ones that were Bbmhere before you that made rap Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreakGb havoc on tape decks GbADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks BbmASAP and bring Masta Ace back Bbm'Cause half of these rappers have Gbbrain damage AGbll the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate tGbrap, and I don't wanna seem mad GbBut in fact, where the old me at? The same cat GbThat would take that feedback and aim back, I need that FBut I think it's inevitable FThey know what button to press or what lever to pull FTo get me to snap though (Lil' bitch) FAnd if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger BbmBut you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?) BbmOn the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' BbmEverything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits BbmI'm asleep at the wheel again BbmAs I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent BbmOf another beat I'ma kill again Bbm'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again BbmEven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin BbmIt better be at least 70 to 300 milligram BbmAnd I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again BbmLevels to this shit, I got an elevator BbmYou could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker BbmI sound like a broken record every time I break a record BbmNobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater BbmMotherfucker, now I got a right to be this way BbmI got spite inside my DNA BbmBut I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, BbmI'm workin' tirelessly, ayy FIt's the moment y'all been waitin' for FLike California wishin' rain to pour FIn that drought, y'all been prayin' for FMy downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw FStill the same Marshall, that outlaw FThat they say as a writer might've fell off FI'm back on that bull like the cowboy
Chorus 3
BbmSo y'all gotta move (Yeah), Bbmy'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move GbGive me some room, give me some roFom, give me the juice BbmHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot GbY'all gotta move, y'all gotta mFove, give me the juice