Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Something

1]
Whats good?
And good evil?
And good gangstas?
And what's good
And God's phone die every time that I call on Him?
If his son had a Twitter if I would follow him
Swallow them synonyms like Cinnabon
all them sentiments down to a minimum
Studious Gluteus Maxim models is him
Pics of genitalia tallied up ten of em
I slurped too many pain-kills, 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 invented rock before the got through
We just back cause the cops shot you
Buck buck bang bang, "Fuck Fox News!"
Booyaka buckle up, ops too
Ain't no up em young cause it just not cool

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

Chance & BJ the Chicago Kid]
Everybody's everything
I you right
nothing
That's
(3x)

2]
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I used to tell I was dark 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 I talk right
my drawers hid but
My head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite
But had me up in a submission hold
Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two left and I'm pigeon toed
In two small point ballet shoes with a missing
And two missing
But love like Cupid 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, it and type it over
With babies on the block under arms fighting odors
Coppers and
Hold ya head like 2Pac had
Obviously they are on a up
With better tobogganing in the fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a for the good ones
All odds we tryna get lucky
Doper Nucky
You're ending happy only a tugging
Like Satan shit come hot
But y'all love me ugh
How father time a
I'm adopted
That'll explain why all of my shit so timeless IGH

Chance & BJ the Chicago Kid]