Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Something

1]
Whats good
And good evil?
And what's gangstas?
And what's people?
And God's phone die every time that I call on Him?
If his son had a Twitter wonder if I follow him
Swallow synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon
Keep all them sentiments to a minimum
Studious Gluteus Maxim is sending him
of they genitalia tallied up ten of em
I slurped too pain-kills, downing em off a lot
I got a lot off days but it often that I'm off the clock
I mean?
I got the Chicago
We invented rock the Stones got through
We just aiming back cause the shot you
Buck buck bang, yelling "Fuck Fox News!"
Booyaka up, mothafuck ops too
Ain't no knuckling up em young cause it not cool

Nice to see you New Year
Middle finger Uncle
Shooting with weighted dice
And hitting on birthday candles
I somebody, somebody loves my ass
they help me beat my demons ass

[Hook: Chance & BJ the Chicago
Everybody's everything
I you right
Nobody's
right
(3x)

2]
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I used to tell hoes I was light or off white
But I'd fight if a nigga said that I white
And both my was black
But they saw it fit that I talk
my drawers hid but
My hard head stayed in the like a lost kite
But gravity had me up in a submission
Like I'm dancing with the with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed
In two small point ballet with a missing sole
And two toes
But it's like Cupid kissing a mistletoe

[Verse 3:
Like Cassius ducking the and now the fight is over
The type to love a distance not the type that told her
Spent three days on the rap, trash it and it over
With babies on the under arms like fighting odors
Coppers and
ya head like 2Pac had taught
Obviously they are on a up
With better chances tobogganing in the summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good
All odds against we get lucky
than Nucky
You're ending happy only a tugging
Like Satan shit come hot
But y'all love me ugh
How time a deadbeat
I'm adopted
That'll explain why all of my shit been so IGH

[Hook: Chance & BJ the Kid]