Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is Everything

(Joe)
Aiyyo, we now,
AZ, AZ
And

(AZ)
I'm back, no Belve, bottles of Dom
the same word play that supplied the Quaran
Any stagnation, I beyond
Get it right, understand my ties are
From the streets where it all started, back in
Til the dough stacking niggas started fool
Used to be the type, love to flash the jewels
Hit something nice then the news,
of weed, used to slow drag the weed
Did it all in the hood, had to
Asthmatic, yes I had to
Short nigga ups, too short to grab the re's (rebounds)
Vested for a few winters,
like you remembered, but more swifter
Stronger than your liquor,
Money, hoes and clothes, let that force get cha,
They not

(Joe)
2X

That's how we ball, that's how we
them how we al up in them thangs,
Play your part, play the
Everything's

(AZ)
Truth this real, believe I loot for real
It's the desperation in it that boosts the
Trucks on 20's, relaxed when them is in me
You can me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's
Jekyll and Hyde, the real never wrestle with
If you live, the only way I let you inside
it or not, thrive off the love of the block
See me in a photo, hands hugging my cock
Frank Verveis, a white cotton tank shades
Take a raise, got a that just aim for praise
Get in the mix, sittin' up in six,
Multi-complex, go the end of the flick
It's just me, besides I'm a G
Wit the O in the front, I know you want
Believe... I'm

2X

(Joe)
Back up your work, hit the and pitch
stop 'til you rich, bust shots never snitch
Stick to the script, in the chain
everything

(AZ)
See time stop, and crime won't stop
So I won't til I'm sittin' on top,
To every home and the cells get blocked,
And every top get chop til it drop
If the streets don't get us, the beats get us
Pray to the lord don't hit us,
I'm so iffy, keep the 'dro
Optimo/s strictly, come and with me
Raise you cups in the clubs and with me,
SOS the most crispy, man I sickly
And to ???????, chef in the kitchen
Back shots, ass in the air, best

(Joe)
That's how we ball, that's how we
do your thang

2X

(Joe)
Back up work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, shots never snitch
Stick to the script, in the chain
everything

[Chorus and Joe's verse] til fade