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 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
I'll run up and
And put a hole in you, in you

You mistaken me for somebody that you be testing
should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson
MAC 101's in and lace the track that I'm blessin
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, these 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
they thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends
At first you fail, try, try, try, try
I'm the best you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy
You love it, admit it, you it, I live it, its Shady
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get
Glock made out of plastic, and get blasted
Run and stash it

I got to go, I got people 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
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

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

a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting shit, me busting my gat
Picture police man Dan picture of that
Picture me being broke, picture me a sack
Picture me comin up, picture me from rap
me blowin up, now picture me going back
To my momma basement to live, shit, picture
Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your
You a vest without a gat, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are
50 Cent, too spent?, man I'm bent, I'm outta 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 places to go, I got to see
The penitentiary, ain't the for me
I'm you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and
And put a in you, hole in you

Man I going to jail
Not even to a nigga
You want to holla at me, you me
Matter a fact, you gotta it to Sunset Boulevard
In

Riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's
Or matter a fact I might be in
Riding 8 Mile road
You know, for one of them and shit

Ya heard, I got to go man
You know,
We finished our print
Puttin' our faces on this motherfuckin thug shit
Ha ha ha ha ha
seem to be doing much