Luyện nghe bài hát Everywhere I Go

[My
It deep
Share it me!

1: 2Pac:]
They'll never take me
I'm gettin' with my four-five
on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a all through high school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble who can you blame?
weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm
Rollin' the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to up on the curb, cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to me
should I do?
I had to my fuckin' family
What could I do?
But be a
Out with the homies
Fuck hangin' with phonies in the clubs
Got my mind on
been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and
Why do we die at an age?
He was so
But still a of the 12 gauge
My of a corpse
Mind full of thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to
So fuck you thought
I'm hennessey
from 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
Blood in my
I go

[Verse 2:
would you do, if you couldn't make it to the NBA?
What would you do, if you couldn't sing, like a J?
would you do, if you couldn't hit a white ball, like Tyga?
If you wanted to model, but you wasn't skinny Tyra?
if you wanted to be Eminem
But the closet thing to him, was a of M&M's?
You can be Eminem, and I got
Or you could be Obama, and bring troops
Or you could be Osama, and tear off
Or be Corporate America, and all youth
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 raping my sister when she was ten
9, 8, 7, 6, NASA me away, life's a bitch

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I go
Trouble to find me
in my eyes
I go

[Verse 3:
got me mobbin' like I'm
Loc'ed and ready to get my on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' on
I ain't scared to blast on these if they test me
Trust, I got my Glock cocked if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers a - paaassion
Better duck cause I lookin when I'm - blaaastin'
I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin'
On the lookout for my
Don't die
Tell me why cause this stress is major
A buck-fifty across the face with my
can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
Keep my brain on the game and stay strong
These sorry
Want to kill me in my sleep but will can I see
And it's just a struggle
Steady on the streets
And be ballin' loc
let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at suckas till you buried
I was to raise hell
A from the gutta
to mutha I'm tough
I'm dust up
Ready to
I'm on the scene steady muggin'
Until kill me
I'll be this life
I you feel me
There's so pain

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