Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Diez

Everybody
dies

[Jamie
Patchwork, together from dues to dirt
From and weather conditions of the desert
And everyone's a part of it, 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
Living how we got to live, and doing we got to do
for another day so we can fight and make it through
Some of us are for crimes, some of us designed for rhymes
Still we in unemployment lines
One of a kind, and kinda strange, same book, same world
Just we on another page. (one time)
One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, world
we on another page...

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

[Monoxide
Once I lit a off a bitch I fried
And I it in her face when she died
Who you bitches you calling when you out of my zone?
Like a celluar phone that's on roam, now get ya mind blown
That's me and my man at your door, and we looking for a to start the war
You should of never tried to a stab at us
And you never of rapped on us
We see the game from way the others and rush
We them down, rolled them up, sparked the flame 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
slap your girlfriend silly
Big Willie get your throat cut and left
While my homeboy's banging girl, while ya leaving

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

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

Killa]
Flip through a couple pages, looking into my
All you see is the dead
Daddy always said there'd be days like
Now daddy's dead and gone he was granted his only wish
I can't believe all the drama it comes to death
Ain't you can do but pay respect
Slip the afterlife, feeling light as a feather
dies, so quit acting like you livin' forever

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