Luyện nghe bài hát Places To Go

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

You me for somebody that you should be testing
Your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a
MAC in session and lace the track that I'm blessin
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you guessing, these straight busters kept-in, kept-in
Watch the 22 , my hoe's a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i'm at it again
Motherfuckers they thought I win, pretend to be friends
At first you fail, try, try, try, try
I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, 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
run up and squeeze
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 you do, not tempt me
run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, in you

There is a in that bottle of that don-pari'on
I'm a drink till I get to bitch in the morn
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my
In the hood they feel my

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

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

Man I aint to jail
Not even to visit a
You want to at me, you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset
In

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

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