Luyện nghe bài hát Everyman 4 Himself

Born alone die alone guess on the microphone *project nigga*
Deep put your boots on
Come take a walk the alley with the gat
Enter my cypher where everythings
The rap makes me act the I attack
From every angle I bring pain as the blade
On excalibur quiet as a I challenge ya
Meet me at sundown or after bring your tools
Ain't no fuckin rules snooze on the uz
on the hip 30 shots to put you in your place
Dont chase dreams paper
You on own
Never fuck around with the next mans
I hate ya fakers the passion
I'm your party
Dark mask forever fuckin up
I be the nigga on the corner rollin
Drinkin 'til I drop duckin my cop
Got me on the run like a thru the fields
No no cover no shields
I feels like a soldier stuck behind lines
In the world of man evil man ain't kind
trife in their own way
Gun play the
Ready to 'n clap
The weak don't stand a
even glance or look
The wig is where you get your took
I read the book of survival to become homicidal
Get the wealth man for himself

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

My mentality is between arrmageddon and apocalypse
No how hot it gets
You trap me
Fuck and potacki
The penalty don't scare me
I went from homeless to a drunken-monkey-makin-money-gettin-funky

I know fear I pour beer on the curb puff herb
Drink liquor to get my
Fuck what you heard 'n what you
The lead will put end to those who to be my friend
I get loose leeth everyday a new beef
say peace unless you mean it
Your is dirty clean it
Before I yo' face with cuts and scars
What gets blown to mars and the stars
We are the ill 'n the physical steady you
After brew I kiddin you I ain't bullshittin' 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 I'm housin like projects
I mean home of the WIC checks
Buy the lex buy the benx now you got friends
Sex 'n chicken head
My run long like don silver
Try to be floatin' in the river
your liver
Look over shoulder
your back get the wealth
Everyman for his mutthafuckin'