Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Dies

Yeah, we
Back in crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with the one little small window, nigga
The be comin' through it in the morning
Old ass and shit
But it's just like I remember, just like I it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, it's the return of the Mr. Burn
Not herpes infested, perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't F with, recommended
'Cause Cole the definition of a that can end it
You know, mass destruction when I mash the
I take your major rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the
'Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, dissin'
I'm addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in
Of who you think can really fuck me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck he ghost
Ain't no for discussion
If they weren't talking the bread
These be toast
Clap at the fake rappers
The OG gatekeep
The would-you-take-a-break-please
of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur eight week
Lil' whatever—just short bus rapper
Fake dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this rappers
Get exposed standin' to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the man, you hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more with that
shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back
Never a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, it'll be
If it's not, fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the why, no
'Cause one day gotta die
One day everybody die, oh
One day gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my