Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Something

1]
Whats good
And what's good
And what's gangstas?
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 like cinnamon
all them sentiments down to a minimum
Studious Gluteus Maxim models is him
Pics of they 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
I mean?
I got the Chicago
We rock before the Stones got through
We just back cause the cops shot you
Buck bang 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 Father New
Middle Uncle Samuel
Shooting death with weighted
And hitting on birthday candles
I know somebody, loves my ass
Cause they me beat my demons ass

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

2]
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I used to tell hoes I was dark or off white
But I'd fight if a said that I talk white
And both my parents was
But saw it fit that 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 with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed
In two point ballet shoes with a missing sole
And two toes
But love like Cupid kissing a mistletoe

[Verse 3:
Like Cassius the draft 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 block under arms like odors
and quotas
Hold ya head like 2Pac had
Obviously are on a come up
better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the ones
All odds against we tryna get
Doper than
You're ending happy only a tugging
Satan masturbating shit come hot
But still love me ugh
How father a deadbeat
I'm adopted
That'll explain why all of my shit been so IGH

[Hook: Chance & BJ the Chicago