Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Something

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

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

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

2]
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I used to hoes 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 that I right
With my hid but
My hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost
But had me up in a submission hold
Like I'm dancing with the Devil two left feet and I'm pigeon toed
In two small point ballet shoes a missing sole
And two missing
But it's love like Cupid kissing a

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

[Hook: & BJ the Chicago Kid]