Luyện nghe bài hát Places To Go

I got places to go, I got to see
The penitentiary, the place for me
I'm you do, not tempt me
run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, in you
I got to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the for me
I'm warnin you do, not me
I'll run up and
And put a hole in you, in you

You mistaken me for somebody that you should be
Your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a
MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, straight busters kept-in, kept-in
Watch the 22 spin , my a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it
Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn't win, to be friends
At you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy
You it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its Shady
in your ass bitch, if its not a classic
When dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your get drastic
Glock out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted
Run nigga and it

I got places to go, I got to see
The penitentiary, ain't the for me
I'm warnin you do, not me
I'll run up and
And put a in you, hole in you
I got to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the for me
I'm warnin you do, not me
run up and squeeze
And put a in you, hole in you

There is a genie in that bottle of that
I'm a drink till I get to bitch in the morn
Introduce me to the they gonna listen to my words
In the hood they my shit

a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me shit, picture me busting my gat
Picture police man Dan gotta of that
Picture me being broke, me smokin a sack
me comin up, picture me rich from rap
Picture me blowin up, now picture me back
To my momma to live, shit, picture that
Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta your back
You a vest without a gat, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, that crack
Sell pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm here

I got places to go, I got to see
The penitentiary, ain't the for me
I'm warnin you do, not me
I'll run up and
And put a hole in you, in you
I got to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, the place for me
I'm you do, not tempt me
run up and squeeze
And put a in you, hole in you

Man I going to jail
Not to visit a nigga
You to holla at me, you wright me
Matter a fact, you send it to Sunset Boulevard
In

Riding around in one of Dre's nigga
Or matter a fact I might be in
down 8 Mile road
You know, for one of them en-joints and

Ya heard, I got to go man
You know,
We finished our print
our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ain't seem to be much