Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if some people by the house lookin' for me
I'm of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be to write you again
But I will be to California to see you
son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube

Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do they say I done

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a
bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here, right
This bitch dimmed the lights, nigga, spend the

a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on
'Cos this the same street I got on
So God bless Don Polla, S
I holla 'cos I'm smokin' on double breath

Freakin', niggaz be leakin',
Got the seekin', incarceration
Niggaz say my popped up, bitch hop up
Nigga close the up, they try to stop 'em

My cash flow leave me asshole it
in sixty seconds', burn all records
Nigga gettin' skinny eating
Count my pennies, got a bag fulla twenties

Listen, these feds fishin' for this
I'm on a mission, 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my in a shits bath

It's so to get a room without a credit card
so hard not to let 'em know where you are
Tried to get a rented car, why'd he laughed I showed him cash
Had to mash 'fore he called the on my ass

Went to for the weekend, met a hoe down freakin'
Hey bitch, why you
Grabbed the paper out her
Am I the man on the front page, height, same age

Rap gage, put it down the
Got my suckin' sausage on the freeway
She say, "Let's the circle K"
Ran and made the niggaz all pay

It's like I hit the outside Colorado
Brought it there for his wallet and my
That's my motto and I warn ya
I'm through, I'm going back to California

Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what say I done
Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I do what they say I done

Listen, these fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit

My Utah to Illinois
Set the poise, so I can
All fifty states, can't wait till I'm back on my
Switch and this bitch in her sleep

Low key, you can't see me
I'm up in D.C. with number three
Clownin', made a little stock to get a little
Now I got niggaz bangin' and rock

I'm going back to where it's bound with my strikes
Don't give a fuck who's on the or the mic
I should've known I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
like he wanna rob me

Federal, don't like no black sexual, intellectual
to turn me into a vegetable
An I'm 'a sue all and blue
I come to hand cuff

Big bus, scandalous
'Cos they stand us
get excited and I try to fight it
I'm back to Cali for show, extradited

Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I
Keep my on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do they say I done

Listen, these fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight' em, 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta rocks, I can't pick locks
Or the rest of my life in a shit bath

Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't a Polaroid
They got to be the regular
An' they got us in here puttin' in chips or something
I don't know, like they playin' with us, like a game
It ain't but a game to them mama, it's my life