Luyện nghe bài hát Everywhere I Go

[My
It deep
Share it me!

1: 2Pac:]
They'll take me alive
I'm gettin' high my four-five
Cocked on suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you
Smokin' helped me take away the pain
So I'm
Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't
I'm about to crash up on the curb, cause my visions
Maybe if they to understand me
should I do?
I had to my fuckin' family
What could I do?
But be a
Out slangin' the homies
hangin' with them phonies in the clubs
Got my mind on
Never a stranger to homicide
My city's of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an age?
He was so
But still a victim of the 12
My memories of a
Mind full of sick
And I ain't goin' to court
So fuck what you
I'm drinkin'
Runnin my enemies
Will I to be 23?
There's so much

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

[Verse 2:
What would you do, if you make it to the NBA?
What would you do, if you couldn't sing, like a J?
What would you do, if you couldn't hit a ball, like Tyga?
If you wanted to model, but you skinny like Tyra?
if you wanted to be Eminem
But the thing to him, was a pack of M&M's?
You can be Eminem, and I got
Or you could be Obama, and bring troops
Or you be Osama, and tear off roofs
Or be Corporate America, and reject all
Be the fly on the woodgrain, my Coop
Or be the sole, inside my
So you can see where I walk, you can see I been
See my father my sister when she was just ten
9, 8, 7, 6, NASA take me away, a bitch

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I go
Trouble seems to me
in my eyes
I go

[Verse 3:
They got me like I'm
Loc'ed and to get my slug on
I my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they me
Trust, I got my Glock playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a -
Better cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin'
I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and high
On the for my enemies
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 game and stay head
These bastards
to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see
And everyday it's just a
Steady thuggin' on the
And I'll be loc
Don't let 'em make you
Keep swingin' at suckas till you buried
I was born to hell
A from the gutta
Word to mutha I'm
I'm dust up
to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin'
Until kill me
I'll be livin life
I know you me
There's so much

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