Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Something

1]
Whats good
And good evil?
And good gangstas?
And what's good
And whys God's die every time that I call on Him?
If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would him
Swallow them synonyms cinnamon Cinnabon
Keep all them sentiments down to a
Studious Gluteus models is sending him
Pics of they tallied up ten of em
I too many pain-kills, downing em off a lot
I got a lot off days but it ain't that I'm off the clock
Ya'know I
I got the Chicago
We rock before the Stones got through
We just aiming back the cops shot you
Buck buck bang bang, "Fuck Fox News!"
buckle up, mothafuck ops too
Ain't no knuckling up em cause it just not cool

Nice to see you Father New
Middle Uncle Samuel
Shooting death with weighted
And hitting stains on birthday
I know somebody, somebody my ass
Cause help me beat my demons ass

[Hook: Chance & BJ the Kid]
Everybody's everything
I know you
nothing
That's
(3x)

2]
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I used to tell hoes I was dark or off white
But I'd if a nigga said that I talk white
And both my parents was
But saw it fit that I talk right
With my hid but
My hard head in the clouds like a lost kite
But had me up in a submission hold
Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two feet and I'm pigeon toed
In two small point shoes with a missing sole
And two missing
But it's love like Cupid a mistletoe

[Verse 3:
Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over
The type to love from a not the type that told her
three days on the rap, trash it and type it over
With babies on the block under arms fighting odors
Coppers and
Hold ya head like 2Pac had
they are on a come up
With chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the ones
All odds against we tryna get
Doper than
You're ending happy only a tugging
Satan masturbating shit come hot
But y'all still me ugh
How father a deadbeat
Maybe I'm
explain why all of my shit been so timeless IGH

[Hook: Chance & BJ the Kid]