Luyện nghe bài hát Everyman 4 Himself

Born alone die alone guess whos on the microphone *project
Deep voice put boots on
Come take a walk the alley with the gat
Enter my where everythings black
The rap makes me act the beast I
From every angle I bring sharp as the blade
On excalibur quiet as a silencer I ya
Meet me at sundown or after school bring tools
Ain't no fuckin rules snooze on the uz
Still on the hip 30 shots to put you in place
Dont chase dreams paper
You on own
Never fuck around with the next mans
I hate ya with the passion
I'm crashin your
Dark mask forever up everybody
I be the on the corner rollin dice
Drinkin 'til I drop duckin my cop
Got me on the run like a slave the fields
No protection no no shields
I feels like a soldier stuck enemy lines
In the world of man evil man ain't kind
Everybodys in their own way
Gun play the
Ready to react 'n
The weak don't a chance
even glance or look
The wig is where you get your took
I the book of survival lible to become homicidal
Get the every man for himself

Chorus: run get the loot grab the
Shoot sink the last cop get the bankroll
put the ball in the hole
Every man for first one get the gold (nigga)
Run get the loot the ball
Shoot sink the last cop get increased the
Gotta put the ball in the mutthafucking
Every man for himself first one get the

My mentality is somewhere between arrmageddon and
No matter how hot it
You trap me
gulliane and potacki
The death don't scare me
I from homeless junkie to a drunken-monkey-makin-money-gettin-funky

I don't know fear I beer on the curb puff herb
Drink to get my swerve
what you heard 'n what you said
The will put end to those who pretend to be my friend
I get like leeth everyday a new beef
Dont say unless you mean it
Your shit is clean it
Before I yo' face with cuts and scars
What remains blown to mars and the stars
We are the ill 'n the physical steady you
After brew I ain't kiddin you I ain't you
Bisquit, see the before it's spit
2 to the head, 2 to the chest, 1 to the hip, oh shit!
Can't afford to another body hit the mimini with the .22
And be outti 5000 I'm like projects
I mean experiments of the WIC checks
Buy the lex buy the benx now you got friends
Sex 'n chicken head
My ends run long don silver
Try to taxin' be floatin' in the
your liver
Look over shoulder
Watch your back get the
Everyman for his mutthafuckin'