Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Something

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

Nice to see you New Year
Middle finger Samuel
Shooting death with weighted
And hitting on birthday candles
I know somebody, somebody my ass
Cause they me beat my demons ass

[Hook: & BJ the Chicago Kid]
Everybody's somebody's
I you right
Nobody's
right
(3x)

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

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

[Hook: & BJ the Chicago Kid]