Luyện nghe bài hát Everywhere I Go

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It runs
Share it me!

[Verse 1:
They'll never take me
I'm gettin' with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the of the bus
I was a fool all through high kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed me take away the pain
So I'm
down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm to crash up on the curb, cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to me
should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin'
What could I do?
But be a
Out slangin' the homies
Fuck hangin' with phonies in the clubs
Got my mind on
Never been a to homicide
My city's full of bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an age?
He was so
But a victim of the 12 gauge
My of a corpse
Mind of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' to court
So fuck you thought
I'm drinkin'
from my enemies
Will I to be 23?
There's so pain

I go
I see the
Covering
I go
I go
Trouble seems to me
in my eyes
I go

[Verse 2:
What would you do, if you couldn't it to the NBA?
What would you do, if you couldn't sing, 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 skinny 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 back
Or you be Osama, and tear off roofs
Or be Corporate America, and all youth
Be the fly on the woodgrain, inside my
Or be the sole, my shoe
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 take me away, a bitch

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I go
Trouble seems to me
in my eyes
I go

[Verse 3:
They got me mobbin' I'm
and ready to get my slug on
I my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my Glock playa if they press me
Bust on with a - paaassion
Better cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin'
I'm a nuttin, drinkin' and gettin' high
On the for my enemies
wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is major
A buck-fifty across the with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm and gone
Keep my on the game and stay head strong
sorry bastards
Want to kill me in my sleep but will can I see
And it's just a struggle
Steady on the streets
And be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you
swingin' at these suckas till you buried
I was born to hell
A from the gutta
Word to mutha I'm
I'm dust up
to bust
I'm on the scene muggin' mean
Until kill me
be livin this life
I know you me
There's so pain

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