Eminem – Lucky You Lyrics | English Song 2018

Eminem - Lucky You Lyrics English Song 2018

Song Description

Lucky You Song: The song features by Joyner Lucas signed to Atlantic Records. Joyner is thought to be one of the better rappers from the game with similar flows and rhymes to that of Eminem. This is actually the first time both artists have collaborated together. Joyner had major success with his 2017 monitor” I’m Not Racist.” Each one of the authors has contributed to the production of this monitor as well. Jahaan Sweet, IllaDaProducer, Boi-1da, Eminem and Joyner Lucas have contributed lyrics to”Lucky You.” “Lucky You” has the artists going on a rant of this state of hip-hop and rap now. Both Eminem and Joyner Lucas reach extremely high rates in spitting these lyrics out. For an untrained eye, it is hard to read the lyrics at the speed they are rapping.

Eminem - Lucky You Lyrics English Song 2018

Song Title: Lucky You

Singer: Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas

Album: Kamikaze

Produced by:  IllaDaProducer, Boi-1da & Jahaan Sweet

Lyrics: Eminem and Joyner Lucas


Lucky You Lyrics – Eminem

Woah, 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 Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sane non multum mihi feci diem fateor
Non accipies retro, quid si, inquam, quod locutus sum cogitavi et non

 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 Volo autem omnes vitam, sed Grammy Et prolly non pervenit
EGO is not numquam fuisse nec nulla tropaeum motherfuckin, uitta
Fortuna systema, quod Im ‘nigga, flectere ad ius, interficiam praecepta

 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, woah! Omne periculum ego sum nactus nimium est perdere
TITUS Inveniam Primam eatin est, satis diu, ut mihi rursus secare in cibum
Transire plate? Quo mihi potum? Haec Dies mei, felix vobis
Pedicabo ego vos, woah!

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, how bout I shoot?
Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, give me the juice

Redditus inmunibus movemur inmunibus Redditus moventur motu inmunibus Redditus
Da mihi de camera, quodam mihi locus, da mihi suci
Suspicamini coupe sicco, sicco suspicamini coupe, quam ut sagittent praedura palaestrae?
Redditus inmunibus movemur inmunibus Redditus movemur sucus mihi

Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you all and you’re finished
Back to these bullets, it’s back to the job

Bullshit super dorsum meum ad parietem
Turn meum super te, et tu rite celebrata omnia
Ad haec indicibus, suus ‘ad officium

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’ Trahendum meam en runnin et omnis ex vobis,
Supra dorsum meum cucullo excrementum, suus ‘ad Pushin’
Haec Accipit et re vera ego sum pumpin ‘
Non te pedicabo rappers, et fere suckin ‘

 You might’ve went platinum, but that don’t mean nothin’
I’m actually buzzin’ this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
I do not fuck with you guys Tu fortasse per famam profectus platinum sed quia non vult nil ‘
Im ‘etiam buzzin’ hoc
Statim e culina, mea est clibano dixi ad eos:
Vos guys sunt non vilis

 If I don’t care you just know that you gonna suffer this time
I ain’t no gangster but I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades in and a couple of knives Si scitis quoniam iustus agnus pati nolo hoc
Et surrexit, non est nihil sed aliquid Gangster bangers
Quidam enim gramina in catenis, et commandit molaribus suis, et duobus

 Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was nothin’ but lies Jammies et choppers, persequitur perdix in arbore pyri
Nil fuit natalium dierum meorum: mendacium

 Why don’t you holla like a sumo (sumo)
They say I talk like a chulo (chulo)
I live in Mars, I’m not Bruno
Bitch I’m a dog, call me Cujo Cur vos sumo ut holla (sumo)
Dicunt sum loqui quasi Chulo (Chulo)
Mars in vivo ego sum Bruno
Ego canis canem, me cujo

 You play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop four like an Uno
Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo Tua te ludere pecto, retexam in omnibus vobis
Uno modo ut sicut gutta quatuor et
Boca Cállate mejor, maricón modicum puto et omnes culo

 They’ve invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto
Lookin’ for something that prolly can never find out
Shake irrelevant and tell ’em to beef right now Gloria Gloria in eodem plano inventam esse habent
Lookin ‘aliquid quod non minus inveniat etiam prolly
Excutite irrelevant et dices ad ’em iam est ad bubula

 What you would nigga? You 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 NIGGA quid velis? Vos vere volo sunt ligatum me
Ego solus est, et nemo umquam opus
Sicut et me solum shotty ego dico tibi usque iacere hos niggas

 Keep all of 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 Custodire pecuniam nunquam voluit volutpat
Tantum orare et Deo meo, quod licet sit nunc son’ll
Dixi est amor in alteram partem

 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 Quis umquam aut cui vis fumi (Joyner)
Ubi ego sum moriemini et quasi goin ‘esse missuros, qui spem non perdidi
Et in semita iniuriam cabi stercoris descendit malum

 Nigga wrong way, the wrong road
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a fuckin’ lawn mower Perperam nigga iniuria viam
Anguis in herba velociter tryna slither
Ego iustus emit a fuckin ‘gramina metentis

I have said a lotta things in my day
I admit it, this is payback in a way
I regret it that I did it

Quæ locutus sum ad lotta in die illo
Fateor, in hac via est payback
Pœnitet enim me quod ego feci

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? Ego vicisse actum a duobus Grammys sed venundatus est anima mea ad ’em
Non enim in tropaeis iustus fuckin ‘recognition
Fortuna est differentia?

 I’m that cracker!
Bend the law
Fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all
Now I got too much to lose Im ‘non cracker!
Ad ius flectere
Pedicabo ego praecepta
Homo eram summae rei discrimen illud
Nunc obtinuit nimis perdere

 I been eating long enough
Man my stomach should be full
I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet
Lucky me
Fuck 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

Et satis longum fuisset comedere
Homo ventri sit plenum
Ego iustus comedit, et laminam lambere meus plaga
Felix me
XVI Pedicabo ego vos putatis? (Ludetque favis emissa!)
EGO got a duobus mansiones suas
Adhuc non habent mores omnem
Vos got a duobus scriptoribus exspiravit
Sed ad haec haedos est non actu refert

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 Askin ‘et tu in me: “Quid sunt coxae-saliunt et irrumabo accidit?”
Et dixit: “Ego non habent ullam responsa”.
‘Est causa tulit me Dominus cum omissa mea novissima album
Eam Im ‘non nocuerunt mihi infernum, sicut sunt super 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 Comin autem in actu, ex humili potens
Me aliquantulum incommodi winning
Ego volo tibi dicere potest: “Quid est affectum mirabilis!”
Upswing es in nobis, sicut et nos erant ‘punchin’ laquearia

 But nothin’ is stealing 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! Sed nil, sicut est furtum fuckin quid natum fuerit, facultatem
Ut vel inhaero ad subiectum, killin suus ‘me non posse humilitate suspenderet
Hatata batata quare non facimus fasciculum fuckin ‘
De nil carmina et quasi pythonis!

 And 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 Et quia puer ego sum goin ‘pro jugularem feruntur
Shit a circo, vos autem pugnandum idoneis se induerunt eum Comin ‘
Ne dederis in uncia motherfuck

 About the ones that were here before you to make raps, it’s recap
Way back, MC’s that recap and tape decks
ADAT’s with the G raps and Kane’s hat
We need 3 stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back

De ones ut hic ut prius raps, suus ‘recap
Rediens, M. s id tape recap et tristega facies in ea
Et Kane scriptor G raps ‘s ADAT cum petasum
Nos postulo III acervos ASAP, et reversus Masta Ace

 Because 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 Quod habeat medium rappers horum cerebrum damnum
Omnia inniti Rappin ‘coramque tats, quasi arboris sucum syruped
Non oderis captionem et insaniam non esse pretii

 But in fact with a old-me at the same cat that would take that
Feedback and aim back, I need that
But I think it’s inevitable Et quidem cum esset annorum, id cat eadem me ad nuptias ut spoliaretis
Feedback aim ac retro ego hoc opus
Sed puto suus ‘necessarium

 They all got 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?) Et obtinuit omnem puga pyga ut premeret ad trahendum aut vecte
Quod etsi mihi non frangeretur (lil, bitch)
Et si probabiliter makin solvit operam mallem, ea magna
Sed te iam takin ‘nequeunt movere ad fuckin in’ tergum, ho (adepto is?)

 On the brink in a minute
Got me thinkin’ of finishin’ everything
With acetaminophen then reapin’ the benefits
I’ma sleep at the wheel again Inde ex altera ripa minutam
Possedi thinkin ‘de finishin’ Omnia
Cum ergo acetaminophen reapin, ad beneficia
Iterum me marem dormies super rotam

 As I peak into thinkin’ about an evil intent
Of another beat ’em and kill again
‘Cause even if I gotta end up eatin’ a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the Manidon I apicem, ut in thinkin ‘de mente mala
De alio beat ’em occidere, et iterum:
‘Causa quidem, si terminus sursum eatin Redditus est nobis’ a pill iterum
Vel etiam ketamine methamphetamine cum Manidon

 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 Est melius ad LXX ad CCC milli minimum
Et ego quoque causa marem bein finem, etiam malus
Ut si pati levels ego got an attollo
Vos could dico mihi: non ego sum a fuckin ‘record ruptor

 I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy, I made a navigator
Motherfucker never got a right to be this way
I got spite inside my DNA Ego quasi fracto frangere recordum testimonium tempor
Nullus umquam potuit auferat ab legatum, mihi factum est Navigator
Motherfucker nunquam got a dextris sic esse
EGO got meus, omnibus intus DNA

 But I work ’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
And that drought y’all have been prayin’ for Sed operari, donec rotae cadunt off, Im ‘workin neve ayy
Non est iam nunc modo vestra waitin ‘pro
Wishin ut California, ut effundam pluviam
Modo vestra sunt prayin et quod `siccitas ‘pro

 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
But back on that bull like the cowboys VIII Mile in ruinam iniquitas mea a Southpaw
Tamen idem marescallus latro
Sunt scribæ dicunt, quod est off fortasse per famam ceciderunt
Sed sicut vituli super idoneis

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, how bout I shoot?
Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, give me the juice

Redditus inmunibus movemur inmunibus Redditus moventur motu inmunibus Redditus
Da mihi de camera, quodam mihi locus, da mihi suci
Suspicamini coupe sicco, sicco suspicamini coupe, quam ut sagittent praedura palaestrae?
Redditus inmunibus movemur inmunibus Redditus movemur sucus mihi

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