Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Something

1]
Whats good
And what's good
And good gangstas?
And good people?
And whys God's phone die every time I call on Him?
If his son had a Twitter if I would follow him
Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon
all them sentiments down to a minimum
Studious Gluteus models 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 but it ain't often that I'm off the clock
Ya'know I
I got the Blues
We invented rock before the Stones got
We just aiming back cause the cops you
buck bang bang, yelling "Fuck Fox News!"
Booyaka buckle up, ops too
Ain't no knuckling up em young cause it just not

Nice to see you Father New
finger Uncle Samuel
Shooting with weighted dice
And stains on birthday candles
I somebody, somebody loves my ass
Cause they me beat my demons ass

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

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

[Verse 3:
Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over
The type to love from a distance not the that told her
Spent three days on the rap, trash it and it over
With babies on the block under arms like fighting
Coppers and
Hold ya like 2Pac had taught
Obviously they are on a up
better chances 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 masturbating 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: Chance & BJ the Kid]