Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Diez

Everybody
dies

[Jamie
Patchwork, sewn together from to dirt
earthgrown and weather conditions of the desert
And a part of it, some more then others
Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even
New comers and old faces, people of any races, and familiar
Parents and teachers, prostitutes and
Throw ya hands to the sky and that he can see us
how we got to live, and doing what we got to do
Praying for day so we can fight and make it through
Some of us are designed for crimes, of us designed for rhymes
we congregate in unemployment lines
One of a kind, and still kinda strange, book, same world
Just we on page. (one more time)
One of a kind, and still strange, same book, same world
we on another page...

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Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)

[Monoxide
I lit a smoke off a bitch I fried
And I ashed it in her when she died
Who you bitches you regular when you out of my zone?
Like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam, now get ya mind
That's me and my man at your door, and we looking for a reason to the war
You should of never tried to a stab at us
And you should of rapped on us
We see the game from way the hurried and rush
We broke them down, rolled them up, sparked the and smoked them all in the dust, what?
You couldn't me bitch, not even if you wanted when it's supposed to
Bitch I'll have whole block haunted
Flaunt us like the beans in your chilli, we all the really really
Monoxide slap your girlfriend
Big Willie get your throat cut and left
my homeboy's banging your girl, while ya leaving

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Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)

[Bushwick
What ya looking at, where ya at?
I'll make her on till the back's up
Thinking you're something that your playas tap off
Holes in your stomach, your whole waist snap off
Pour on some 'nac, the bottle cap off
Hate it with a when a bitch nigga act off
Ride on ya hood and never slack off
let it get squash, never let it slide
Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die

[Anybody
Flip through a couple pages, looking my background
All you see is the dead
Daddy always said there'd be like this
Now daddy's dead and gone cause he was granted his only
I can't all the drama when it comes to death
nothing you can do but pay respect
Slip into the afterlife, feeling light as a
Everybody dies, so quit acting you livin' forever

x2]
Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)