Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Something

1]
Whats good?
And what's good
And what's gangstas?
And what's people?
And God's phone die every time that I call on Him?
If his son had a wonder if I would follow him
Swallow them like cinnamon Cinnabon
Keep all them down to a minimum
Gluteus Maxim models is sending him
Pics of genitalia tallied up ten of em
I too many pain-kills, downing em off a lot
I got a lot off days but it ain't often that I'm off the
I mean?
I got the Blues
We rock before the Stones got through
We just aiming back the cops shot you
Buck buck bang bang, "Fuck Fox News!"
Booyaka up, mothafuck ops too
Ain't no knuckling up em young cause it just not

Nice to see you Father New
Middle finger Samuel
Shooting death with weighted
And stains 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 know you
nothing
That's
(3x)

2]
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I used to tell I was dark light or off white
But I'd fight if a nigga that I talk white
And both my parents was
But they saw it fit that I right
With my hid but
My hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost
But gravity had me up in a submission
Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two left 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 Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is
The type to love from a distance not the type that her
Spent days on the rap, trash it and type it over
With on the block under arms like fighting odors
and quotas
Hold ya head 2Pac had taught
Obviously they are on a up
better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad and a condom for the good ones
All odds we tryna get lucky
than Nucky
You're ending that's only a tugging
Like Satan masturbating come hot
But y'all love me ugh
How father time a
Maybe I'm
That'll explain why all of my shit been so IGH

[Hook: Chance & BJ the Chicago