Luyện nghe bài hát Everywhere I Go

Now the question has been raised, what the fuck happened to
Well I can tell you did not happen to you
You didn't get your ass on this mixtape

[Verse 1:
For not the ways you can be capped like a NBA salary
Lives taken haphazardly, them sons of is bastards, G
That's why I be high B, so don't ask me why I'm not nigga
Just ain't countin' no money up cha
The fuck we got to about?
Not seachin' for Fischer
But somethin' and super official
To burn with my girls in the lot
by 'em before I got out
Parched we?
shorty, let me check make sure I ain't got no fleas up on me
From minglin' with ol' pussy ass niggas and dog ass bitches
Old get bit by the youngins
I swear to God that puppies 'll kill ya
Field of dreams, they come true if you it
So I myself if y'all can dig it
[Hook: Ross]
I go we roll up
Everywhere I go we up
I you think you shinin' nigga, so what?
It wasn't going til we showed up
You know going down-n-n
You know going down-n-n

[Verse 2: Talib
Across the water or the border
See my second line deep I'm from New Orleans
You a snitch nigga that'll call the law
So the slaughter I get my thoughts in order
Seen your on stage you and your little crew
We so of these Thelonius dudes
Annoyance grew and the boo
We had enough of your corny
Living in the of my own adventure
Life a gunfight, a knife is your weapon
You don't really what the fuck you stepped in
Better chill right now, life a blessing
Save the feedback, where the at?
Imagine me at an
You the one who an intervention
To stop you interruptin' sessions
Wow that's such a nasty
Wow this marriage got my wifey jealous
I get when I'm making fuckin' classics
Amsterdam or California, Washington, Oregon or
When we blaze in the the Jamaican bud
Got me feelin' so special, no

[Verse 3: Big
Hey ya I emerge from the south with the mind to get
Cup of drank keep it stuck in my ways
Livin' tryna catch me a wave
In the same they used to wholesale slaves
Pimp tight hold up
Presidential when I up, like a playa do
She in love put nothing above purest the in a day or two
a playa move, in this game of life can't cruisade or lose
You gotta be willin' to be the to give it [?] gator shoes
I heard it from an old school kid, say I had an old soul
Told me I was bound to be great, never for the fake
And never ever chase no ho, make that dough
Crack my seal, pop my trunk and my wheel
every now and then, reflect on times
That I ain't have dimes to fuck or dough to
So I gotta keep my mind right, forever run from the
I don't need no fame, my aura so bright
I'm a star in my own right, loyal to the game