Luyện nghe bài hát Everywhere I Go

[My
It runs
it with me!

[Verse 1:
They'll take me alive
I'm high with my four-five
Cocked on suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the of the bus
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up
But now I'm labelled as a trouble who can you blame?
weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm
down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to up on the curb, cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they to understand me
What I do?
I had to feed my family
What could I do?
But be a
Out slangin' the homies
Fuck with them phonies in the clubs
Got my on danger
Never a stranger 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 full of thoughts
And I goin' back to court
So what you thought
I'm hennessey
Runnin from my
I live to be 23?
There's so much

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

[Verse 2:
What would you do, if you couldn't it to the NBA?
What you do, if you couldn't 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 skinny Tyra?
What if you to be Eminem
But the closet thing to him, was a 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 America, and reject all youth
Be the fly on the woodgrain, my Coop
Or be the sole, my shoe
So you can see I walk, you can see where I been
See my raping my sister when 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 my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my Glock cocked playa if press me
Bust on motherfuckers a - paaassion
Better duck cause I lookin when I'm - blaaastin'
I'm a nuttin, drinkin' and gettin' high
On the lookout for my
Don't die
Tell me why cause stress is gettin' major
A buck-fifty the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug I'm dead and gone
Keep my brain on the and stay head strong
These sorry
Want to kill me in my but will they can I see
And everyday just a struggle
Steady thuggin' on the
And I'll be loc
Don't let 'em make you
swingin' at these suckas till you buried
I was to raise hell
A nigga the gutta
Word to I'm tough
I'm dust up
to bust
I'm on the scene steady mean
Until they me
be livin this life
I you feel me
so much pain

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