Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Dies (Lil Yachty & Lil Uzi Vert Diss)

Yeah, we
Back in crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one small window, nigga
The be comin' through it in the morning
Old ass and shit
But it's like I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, the return of the Mr. Burn Suckers
Not herpes infested, just perfectly with
A style that you can't F with, protection
'Cause Cole the definition of a that can end it
You know, destruction when I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper, left him
Cryin' in the
I ain't into sorta kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline to slaughter
Line up in order
Of who you think can really with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck he ghost
no need for discussion
If they weren't talking the bread
These be toast
Clap at the fake rappers
The OG gatekeep
The rappers
of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur eight rappers
Lil' whatever—just another bus rapper
Fake drug turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4"
The streets don't fuck with you, you rappers
by the white man, you hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with
Straight on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back
knew a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I eat
If it's to be, then it'll be
If it's not, fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the why, no
'Cause one day everybody die
One day everybody die, oh
One day gotta die
One day gotta die, my nigga, my nigga