Luyện nghe bài hát Everywhere I Go

[My
It runs
it with me!

[Verse 1:
They'll never me alive
I'm gettin' high with my
Cocked on these suckas, to die
Even as a youngster ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble who can you blame?
weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm
Rollin' down the swervin, don't worry
I'm to crash up on the curb, cause my visions blurry
if they tried to understand me
What I do?
I had to feed my family
else could I do?
But be a
Out slangin' the homies
hangin' with them phonies in the clubs
Got my on danger
been a stranger to homicide
My full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an age?
He was so
But a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a
full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' to court
So what you thought
I'm hennessey
Runnin from my
I live to be 23?
There's so pain

I go
I see the
Covering
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 you do, if you couldn't sing, like a Mary J?
What would you do, if you couldn't hit a white ball, like
If you wanted to model, but you wasn't skinny Tyra?
What if you to be Eminem
But the thing 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 Corporate America, and reject all
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 when she was ten
9, 8, 7, 6, take 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
on motherfuckers with a - paaassion
Better duck 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 stress is gettin' major
A across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a until I'm dead and gone
Keep my brain on the and stay head strong
sorry bastards
Want to kill me in my but will they can I see
And everyday it's just a
thuggin' on the streets
And be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you
Keep 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 steady mean
Until they me
I'll be livin life
I know you me
There's so much

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