Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Something

1]
Whats good
And what's evil?
And what's gangstas?
And good people?
And whys God's phone die time that I call on Him?
If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would him
Swallow synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon
Keep all them sentiments down to a
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 days but it often that I'm off the clock
Ya'know I
I got the Chicago
We invented rock the Stones got through
We aiming back cause the cops shot you
Buck buck bang, yelling "Fuck Fox News!"
Booyaka buckle up, ops too
no knuckling up em young cause it just not cool

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

[Hook: Chance & BJ the Chicago
Everybody's somebody's
I know you
nothing
That's
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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 white
And my parents was black
But saw it fit that I talk right
my drawers hid but
My hard head in the clouds like a lost kite
But gravity had me up in a hold
Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two feet and I'm pigeon toed
In two small point ballet shoes with a missing
And two missing
But it's like Cupid kissing a mistletoe

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

[Hook: Chance & BJ the Kid]