Ilove the way you lie. Aku suka caramu berbohong. I can't tell you what it really is. Tak bisa kukatakan padamu yang sebenarnya. I can only tell you what it feels like. Yang bisa kukatakan hanyalah seperti apa rasanya. And right now there's a steel knife. Dan saat ini seperti ada pisau baja. In my windpipe. Butif you feel like I feel, I got the antidote. Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes. [Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)] I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady. All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating. So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up, LirikLucky You 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 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 LirikLagu iLOVEFRiDAY - Mia Khalifa (TIK TOK ANTHEM) dan Terjemahan Lirik Lagu Greeicy, Anitta - Jacuzzi dan Terjemahan Lirik Lagu Ben (벤) - 180 Degree dan Terjemahan CNCO, Little Mix - Reggaetón Lento (Remix) Lirik dan Terjemahannya Lirik Lagu Onestar - May We Bye ft. Chen dan Terjemahan Sekilaskalau kita dengarkan, lagu ini bertemakan patah hati. Jika ditelaah lebih dalam, lagu Kill This Love merupakan kisah seseorang yang justru merasa tidak bahagia karena terlalu mencintai seseorang, makanya ia harus segera mengakhiri hubungan tersebut. Penasaran akan artinya, Popbela mencoba untuk menerjemahkan arti di balik lirik lagu Lirik"Lucky Man" dari Mocca ini dipublikasikan pada tanggal 21 Agustus 2005 (17 tahun yang lalu).Belum ada info detil tentang single ini. Berikut cuplikan syair nyanyian / teks dari lagunya: "to have a high-flying briht career but i know they're wrong / to have a lot of friends out there / some people say you're a lucky".Single lainnya dari Mocca di antaranya All The Way, Perahu cGEyqg. Penyanyi/Artis Eminem. Judul lagu Lucky You. Genre Hip hop dan Trap. Lyric song Eminem - Lucky You. Lyric Eminem - Lucky You. 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 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, 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, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice 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 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 them 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 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 Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw four like a Uno Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto, and all of you culo They debated the level, I've been to ghetto to ghetto Looking for something I prolly could never find now Shit get real up until 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 When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope 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 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 been eatin' 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 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 coming 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 pin humility Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' Songs about nothin' and mumble! 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 About the ones that were here before you that made rap, let's recap Way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back 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 But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat that would take that Feedback 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 the snap though lil' bitch And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' the 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 And 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 I'm back on that bull like the cowboy 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, how 'bout I shoot? Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Terjemahan Bahasa Indonesia Eminem - Lucky You. Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Ya, saya sudah melakukan banyak hal di hari saya, saya akui itu Saya tidak mengambil kembali apa yang saya katakan, jika saya mengatakannya maka saya bersungguh-sungguh Sepanjang hidup saya, saya menginginkan Grammy tetapi saya tidak akan pernah mendapatkannya Saya tidak pernah punya trofi atau pita motherfuckin Persetan dengan sistem, aku nigga itu, membengkokkan hukum, memotong aturan Saya akan mengambil risiko itu semua, saya tidak akan rugi terlalu banyak Kalian sudah makan cukup lama, giliranku untuk memotong makanan Lewati piring! Di mana minuman saya? Ini hari saya, beruntung Anda Persetan kamu juga, woah! Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus bergerak Beri aku ruang, beri aku ruang, beri aku jus Keluar coupe, hop coupe, hop keluar dan tembak Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus pindah, beri aku jusnya Kembali ke omong kosong, punggungku ke dinding Kembalikan saya pada Anda semua dan Anda sudah selesai Kembali ke peluru ini, itu kembali ke pekerjaan Tarik MAC saya keluar dan Anda semua tidak berlari Kembali ke omong kosong hood saya, itu kembali ke pushin ' Paket ini dan aku benar-benar memompa Tidak bisa bercinta dengan Anda rapper, Anda praktis suckin ' Anda mungkin pergi platinum, tetapi itu tidak berarti apa-apa Saya sebenarnya sedang sibuk saat ini Langsung keluar dapur, kukatakan pada mereka bahwa oven itu milikku Saya tidak bercinta dengan kalian Jika aku tidak membunuhmu, ketahuilah kau akan menderita kali ini Saya bukan gangster, tapi saya punya beberapa masalah Beberapa rantai dan beberapa bilah dan beberapa pisau Helikopter dan selai, partridge, pohon pir Dua belas hari Natal saya tidak lain adalah kebohongan Saya, lari keras seperti sumo sumo Mereka mengatakan saya berbicara seperti chulo chulo Saya tinggal di Mars, saya bukan Bruno Jalang aku anjing, panggil aku Cujo Anda memainkan kartu Anda, saya membalikkan pada Anda semua Dan saya mungkin hanya menggambar empat seperti Uno Cállate boca mejor maricón puto kecil, dan kalian semua culo Mereka memperdebatkan level, saya pernah ke ghetto ke ghetto Mencari sesuatu yang tidak bisa saya temukan sekarang Sial naik sampai daging sapi mati Sebenarnya seorang nigga hanya ingin aku terikat Aku sendirian, dan aku tidak pernah membutuhkan siapa pun Hanya saya dan shotty saya, saya akan memberitahu para nigga ini untuk berbaring Menyimpan semua uang, saya tidak pernah menginginkan gaya hidup Saya hanya berdoa kepada Tuhan bahwa anak saya akan baik-baik saja sekarang Saya bilang tidak cinta untuk pihak lain Atau siapa pun yang pernah ingin merokok Ketika aku mati aku akan keluar sebagai underdog yang tidak pernah kehilangan harapan Anda berada di taksi yang salah di jalan yang salah Nigga salah jalan, salah jalan Ular di rumput, tryna meluncur cepat Saya baru saja membeli mesin pemotong rumput sialan Saya selesai mengatakan hal-hal lotta di hari saya, saya mengakuinya Ini adalah balas dendam dengan cara, saya menyesal telah melakukannya Saya selesai memenangkan beberapa Grammy, tetapi saya menjual jiwa saya untuk mendapatkannya Tidak ada di dalamnya untuk piala, hanya pengakuan sialan itu Persetan bedanya? Aku cracker itu, tekuk hukum, persetan dengan aturan Man I dulu mempertaruhkan semuanya, sekarang aku terlalu banyak kehilangan Saya sudah makan cukup lama, pria perut saya harus penuh Saya baru saja makan, menjilat piring, prasmanan saya, beruntung saya Persetan menurutmu? Merayu! Saya punya beberapa rumah mewah Masih saya tidak punya sopan santun Anda punya beberapa penulis hantu Tetapi bagi anak-anak ini itu tidak terlalu penting Mereka bertanya padaku, "Apa yang terjadi dengan hip-hop?" Saya berkata, "Saya tidak punya jawaban" Karena aku mengambil huruf L ketika aku menjatuhkan album terakhirku Itu menyakitkan saya, tapi saya kembali dengan rapper ini Dan sebenarnya berasal dari awal yang sederhana Saya agak tidak nyaman menang Saya berharap bisa mengatakan, "Perasaan yang luar biasa!" Kami sedang naik seperti kita meninju langit-langit Tapi tidak ada yang merasa seperti ada yang punya kemampuan sialan Bahkan untuk berpegang pada subjek, itu membunuhku, ketidakmampuan untuk menunjukkan kerendahan hati Hatata batata, mengapa kita tidak membuat banyak saja? Lagu tentang apa pun dan bergumam! Dan persetan, aku akan pergi untuk jugular Sial adalah sirkus, kamu badut yang akan datang Jangan beri sedikit pun keparat Tentang orang-orang yang ada di sini sebelum Anda yang membuat rap, mari kita rekap Jauh di belakang, MC yang mendatangkan malapetaka di tape deck ADAT, di mana G Raps dan Kanes berada? Kami membutuhkan 3 tumpukan ASAP, dan membawa Masta Ace kembali Karena setengah dari rapper ini mengalami kerusakan otak Semua rappin 'ramping, wajah tats, sirup seperti getah pohon Aku tidak benci jebakan, dan aku tidak ingin terlihat gila Tapi nyatanya, di mana aku yang lama? Kucing yang sama yang akan mengambil itu Umpan balik dan arahkan kembali, saya membutuhkannya Tapi saya pikir itu tidak bisa dihindari Mereka tahu tombol apa yang harus ditekan atau tuas apa yang harus ditarik Untuk mendapatkan saya snap meskipun lil 'jalang Dan jika saya memperhatikannya, saya mungkin membuatnya lebih besar Tapi Anda telah mengambil penisnya Di belakang sialan, ho mengerti? Di tepi jurang, sebentar lagi Membuatku berpikir untuk menyelesaikan semuanya Dengan asetaminofen dan menuai manfaatnya Saya tertidur di belakang kemudi Ketika saya mulai memikirkan tentang niat jahat Dari pukulan lain, aku akan membunuh lagi Karena bahkan jika aku harus makan pil lagi Bahkan ketamin atau sabu Dengan minithin, lebih baik setidaknya 70 hingga 300 miligram Dan aku mungkin juga karena aku akhirnya menjadi penjahat lagi Tingkat ke omong kosong ini saya punya lift Anda tidak pernah bisa mengatakan kepada saya bahwa saya bukan pemecah rekor sialan Saya terdengar seperti rekaman yang rusak setiap kali saya memecahkan rekor Tidak ada yang bisa mengambil warisan yang saya buat, saya tidak pernah melayani Keparat sekarang aku punya hak untuk menjadi seperti ini Saya mendapat dendam di dalam DNA saya Tapi saya menulis sampai roda jatuh, saya bekerja tanpa lelah, ayy Ini saatnya kamu semua menunggu Seperti California, hujan akan turun Dan kekeringan yang kalian semua doakan Kejatuhan saya dari 8 Mile ke Southpaw Masih sama Marshall yang melarang Yang mereka katakan sebagai penulis mungkin telah jatuh Aku kembali pada banteng itu seperti koboi Jadi kalian harus bergerak yeah, kalian harus pindah yeah, kalian harus pindah Beri aku ruang, beri aku ruang, beri aku jus Keluar coupe, hop coupe, bagaimana kalau saya menembak? Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus pindah, beri aku jusnya Sabtu, 24 November 2018 0700 WIBLucky You Feat. Joyner Lucas[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 motherfuckin' ribbon 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! 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 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 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 drop 4 like a Uno bup Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo They've invented a level up in the ghetto to ghetto Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Shit get relevant until 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 the underdog who never lost hope 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 [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 been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, licked 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 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 Hatata batata, 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 ADATs, 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'm payin' 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 as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboys So y'all gotta move yeah, y'all gotta move yeah [Joyner Lucas] 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 Penyanyi/Artis Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas. Judul lagu Lucky You. Dirilis 2018. Genre Musik trap, Hip hop dan rap. Lyric song Eminem - Lucky You ft. Joyner Lucas. Lyric Eminem - Lucky You ft. 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 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! 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 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 They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Shit get relevant until 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! 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! 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 or 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 as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboy 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 Terjemahan Bahasa Indonesia Eminem - Lucky You ft. Joyner Lucas Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Ya, saya melakukan banyak hal di hari saya, saya akui itu Saya tidak mengambil kembali apa yang saya katakan, jika saya mengatakannya maka saya bersungguh-sungguh Sepanjang hidupku, aku menginginkan Grammy, tapi aku akan tidak pernah mendapatkannya Saya tidak pernah punya piala atau pita induk Yah, saya katakan itu Sial sistem, aku yang nigga, membengkokkan hukum, memotong peraturan Aku akan mengambil risiko itu semua, aku tidak terlalu banyak kehilangan Kalian sudah makan cukup lama, ini giliranku untuk memotong makanan Lewati piring! Di mana minuman saya? Ini hari saya, beruntung kamu Sialan kamu juga, woo! Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus bergerak Beri aku sedikit ruang, beri aku sedikit ruang, berikan aku jus Keluarkan coupe, lepaskan keluar coupe, lompat keluar dan tembak Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus bergerak, beri aku jus Kembali pada omong kosongku, punggungku ke dinding Belokkan aku padamu, kalian semua sudah selesai Kembali ke peluru ini, kembali ke pekerjaan Tarik MAC saya keluar dan kalian semua lari Kembali pada kotoran kap saya, itu kembali ke dorongan Paket ini dan saya benar-benar memompa Tidak bisa bercinta dengan Anda rapper, Anda praktis berhasil Anda mungkin 'pergi platinum, tapi itu tidak berarti apa-apa' Saya benar-benar buzzin 'kali ini Langsung keluar dapur, aku bilang oven itu milikku Aku tidak bercinta dengan kalian Jika saya tidak membunuh Anda, ketahuilah bahwa Anda menderita kali ini Aku bukan gangster, tapi aku punya beberapa tukang pukul Beberapa rantai dan beberapa pisau dan beberapa pisau Helikopter dan jammi, ayam hutan, pohon pir Dua belas hari Natal saya bukan apa-apa selain kebohongan Ayy Aku berlari padamu dengan keras seperti sumo Sumo Mereka bilang aku berbicara seperti chulo Chulo Saya tinggal di Mars, saya bukan Bruno Woo Jalang aku anjing, panggil aku "Cujo" Rah Anda memainkan kartu Anda, saya membalikkan Anda semua Dan saya mungkin menggambar 4 seperti Uno Bup Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, dan kalian semua culo Joyner Mereka telah menciptakan level di ghetto untuk menjadi tua Mencari sesuatu yang aku tidak bisa temukan sekarang Sial bisa relevan sampai daging sapi mati Sebenarnya seorang nigga benar-benar ingin aku terikat Saya sudah sendiri dan saya tidak pernah membutuhkan siapa pun Hanya saya dan shotty saya, saya akan memberitahu niggas ini untuk berbaring Simpan semua uang, saya tidak pernah menginginkan gaya hidup Saya hanya berdoa kepada Tuhan bahwa anak saya akan baik-baik saja sekarang Saya mengatakan tidak ada cinta untuk sisi lain Atau siapa saja yang ingin merokok Joyner Ketika aku mati aku akan keluar sebagai underdog yang tidak pernah kehilangan harapan Yeah Anda di jalan yang salah di jalan yang salah Nigga, salah jalan, jalan salah Woo, Woo Ular di tryna rumput merayap cepat Saya baru saja membeli mesin pemotong rumput sialan Vroom! Saya selesai mengatakan banyak hal di hari saya, saya akui itu Ini balasan dengan cara, saya menyesal bahwa saya melakukannya Saya telah memenangkan beberapa Grammy, tetapi saya menjual jiwa saya untuk mendapatkannya Bukankah di dalamnya untuk piala, hanya pengakuan sialan Persetan dengan perbedaannya? Aku cracker itu, bengkokkan hukum, persetan aturannya Man aku dulu mempertaruhkan itu semua, sekarang aku terlalu banyak kehilangan Aku sudah cukup lama makan, perutku harus kenyang Saya baru saja makan, menjilat piring, prasmanan saya, beruntung saya Sialan menurutmu? Merayu! Saya mendapat beberapa rumah mewah Tetap saja aku tidak punya sopan santun Anda punya beberapa penulis hantu Tetapi bagi anak-anak ini itu tidak penting Mereka bertanya padaku, "Apa yang terjadi dengan hip-hop?" Saya berkata, "Saya tidak punya jawaban" Karena aku mengambil L ketika aku menjatuhkan album terakhirku Itu menyakitiku, tapi aku kembali pada rapper ini Dan sebenarnya datang dari awal yang sederhana Saya agak tidak nyaman menang Saya berharap saya bisa berkata, "Sungguh perasaan yang luar biasa!" "Kami sedang menuju ke atas seperti kita memukul langit-langit!" Tapi tidak ada yang merasa seperti ada yang punya kemampuan sialan Bahkan untuk menempel pada subjek, itu membunuhku Ketidakmampuan untuk menulis kerendahan hati Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, mengapa kita tidak membuat banyak Lagu-lagu sialan tentang apa pun dan bergumam? Sialan, aku pergi untuk jugularis Sial adalah sirkus, Anda badut yang datang Jangan berikan satu ons motherfuck Tentang orang-orang yang ada di sini sebelum kamu yang membuat rap Mari kita rekap, jalan kembali, MC yang mendatangkan malapetaka di tape deck ADAT, di mana G Raps dan Kanes di? Kami membutuhkan 3 Tumpukan ASAP dan membawa Masta Ace kembali Karena separuh dari rapper ini mengalami kerusakan otak Semua rappin ramping, wajah tats, sirup keluar seperti getah pohon Saya tidak membenci perangkap, dan saya tidak ingin terlihat gila Tetapi sebenarnya, di mana saya yang dulu? Kucing yang sama Itu akan mengambil umpan balik itu dan membidik kembali, saya membutuhkan itu Tapi saya pikir itu tidak bisa dihindari Mereka tahu tombol apa yang harus ditekan atau tuas apa yang harus ditarik Untuk membuat saya tertidur meskipun Lil 'bitch Dan jika saya memperhatikannya, saya mungkin akan membuatnya lebih besar Tapi kau sudah bawa *** di belakang sialan, ho Dapatkan itu? Di tepi jurang, setiap menit membuat saya berpikir untuk menyelesaikan ' Semuanya dengan acetaminophen dan dapatkan kembali manfaatnya Saya tertidur di belakang kemudi lagi Saat aku mulai berpikir tentang niat jahat Satu pukulan lagi, aku membunuh lagi Karena bahkan jika aku akan berakhir memakan pil lagi Bahkan ketamine atau methamphetamine dengan minithin Lebih baik setidaknya 70 atau 300 miligram Dan saya mungkin juga karena aku akan menjadi penjahat lagi Tingkat untuk omong kosong ini, saya mendapat lift Anda tidak pernah bisa mengatakan kepada saya, saya bukan pemecah rekor Saya terdengar seperti rekaman rusak setiap kali saya memecahkan rekor Tidak ada yang bisa mengambil warisan yang saya buat, saya tidak pernah melayani Motherfucker, sekarang aku punya hak untuk menjadi seperti ini Saya punya dendam di dalam DNA saya Tapi aku menulis sampai roda jatuh, aku bekerja tanpa lelah, ayy Ini saat yang sudah ditunggu-tunggu Seperti hujan wishin California akan menuangkan Dalam kekeringan itu, kalian semua sudah berdoa Kejatuhan saya dari 8 Mile ke Southpaw Masih Marshall yang sama, penjahat itu Yang mereka katakan sebagai penulis mungkin jatuh Aku kembali pada banteng itu seperti koboi Jadi kalian harus bergerak Ya, kalian harus bergerak Ya, kalian harus bergerak Beri aku sedikit ruang, beri aku sedikit ruang, berikan aku jus Keluarkan coupe, lepaskan keluar coupe, lompat keluar dan tembak Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus bergerak, beri aku jus JAKARTA, - "Lucky You" merupakan lagu yang dilantunkan secara kolaborasi oleh Eminem bersama Joyner Lucas. Lagu tersebut dirilis sebagai singel ketiga dari album Kamikaze milik eminem pada 30 November 2018. Baca juga Lirik dan Chord Lagu Promises - Sam Smith feat. Calvin Harris Berikut lirik dan chord lagu "Lucky You" dari Eminem feat. Joyner Lucas. [Intro]Bbm Gb Fm [Chorus 1] BbmYeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it Gb FmI don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it BbmAll my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it Gb FmI ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon Yah I said it BbmFuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules Gb FmI'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to loseFm BbmY'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food Gb FmPass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky youFmFuck you too, woo![Chorus 2]BbmY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta moveGb FmGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceBbmHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shootGb FmY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice [Verse 1]BbmBack on my bullshit, my back to the wallBbmTurn my back on you, all of you finishedGbBack to these bullets, it's back to the job FmPull my MAC out and all of you runnin' BbmBack on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'BbmThese packs and I'm actually pumpin' GbCan't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' FmYou mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin' BbmI'm actually buzzin' this timeBbmStraight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine GbI do not fuck with you guys FmIf I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time BbmI ain't no gangster but I got some bangersBbmSome chains and some blades and a couple of knives GbChoppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree FmMy twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies AyyBbmI run at you hard like a sumo SumoBbmThey say I talk like a chulo ChuloGbI live in Mars, I'm not Bruno WooFmBitch I'm a dog, call me "Cujo" Rah BbmYou play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw 4 like a Uno BupGb FmCallate boca mejor, maricon, little puto, and all of you culo Joyner BbmThey've invented a level up in the ghetto to get oldBbmLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now GbShit get relevant 'til the beef die down FmIn truth a nigga just really want me tied down BbmI've been alone and I never needed nobodyBbmJust only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down GbKeep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle FmI just pray to God that my son'll be alright now BbmI said ain't no love for the other sideBbmOr anyone who ever want smoke Joyner Gb FmWhen I die I'm goin' out as a underdog who never lost hope Yeah BbmYou in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road Woo, wooGbSnakes in the grass tryna slither fastFmI just bought a fuckin' lawn mower Vroom! [Chorus 1] BbmI done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it Gb FmThis is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it GbI done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em FmWasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition

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