Luyện nghe bài hát Everywhere I Go

[My
It runs
Share it me!

1: 2Pac:]
They'll never take me
I'm gettin' high my four-five
Cocked on suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all high school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take the pain
So I'm
Rollin' the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb, my visions blurry
if they tried to understand me
What I do?
I had to my fuckin' family
What else I do?
But be a
Out slangin' with the
hangin' with them phonies in the clubs
Got my on danger
Never been a stranger to
My full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early
He was so
But still a of the 12 gauge
My of a corpse
Mind full of sick
And I ain't back to court
So fuck you thought
I'm hennessey
Runnin my enemies
Will I to be 23?
There's so much

I go
I see the
skys
I go
I go
Trouble to find me
Blood in my
I go

[Verse 2:
would you do, if you couldn't make it to the NBA?
What would you do, if you sing, like a Mary J?
would you do, if you couldn't hit a white ball, like Tyga?
If you wanted to model, but you wasn't like Tyra?
What if you wanted to be
But the closet to him, was a pack of M&M's?
You can be Eminem, and I got
Or you could be Obama, and bring troops
Or you could be Osama, and tear off
Or be America, and reject all youth
Be the fly on the woodgrain, inside my
Or be the sole, inside my
So you can see I walk, you can see where I been
See my father raping my sister she was just ten
9, 8, 7, 6, NASA me away, life's a bitch

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I go
Trouble seems to me
Blood in my
I go

[Verse 3:
got me mobbin' like I'm
Loc'ed and ready to get my on
I load my clip and my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these if they test me
Trust, I got my Glock cocked if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a -
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm -
I'm a nuttin, Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my
wanna die
Tell me why this stress is gettin' major
A buck-fifty across the face my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm and gone
my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry
Want to kill me in my but will they can I see
And everyday just a struggle
thuggin' on the streets
And I'll be loc
Don't let 'em make you
Keep at these suckas till you buried
I was to raise hell
A nigga from the
Word to mutha I'm
I'm dust up
to bust
I'm on the scene steady mean
Until they me
I'll be this life
I know you me
so much pain

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