Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his then I served him a quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on like icicle
can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my money to the source and said the man in the middle
hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy
was the bag lady, I was the bag boy
Option was that minimum wage, in a cage
a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In new age
Dude's wage is
I'm the whole gallon and pint like school days
I been killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool,
Zero dollars zero tolerance, lettin' tool bang nigga

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I play the money like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it it's a holiday

I used to lay in bed at the ceilin' fan
Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a gram
understand why I wanna kill a man
With high hopes rubber tree, plants, and ants
We death with each breath
The one who make it last forever is Keith Sweat
You see a body lyin' dead in the streets yet
eat breakfast?
Swallow forced beliefs police justice
If my city is like yours cereal scratch
Fingerprints is off
If people seem to always somethin' to fight for
But still end up in the pen or the psych ward
lights off
They catch so many it's like war
That's the I don't believe in the hype y'all
The devil bout he wanna extradite y'all
Now I'm the nigga they shinin' the light for

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I with the money like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, treat it like it's a holiday

we come now, here we come now
Yeah, nigga

Homie showed me a 9 and 9 nickel
Man, I'll on point like icicle
Say you got that yola, your fishscale fickle
They like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't
I got dollar jeans on my ass cheek
Cousin got her lights and her gas cut week
How that me look if I don't help her get up on her feet?
She keep a nigga, now she end up pregnant every week
I pray you take these devils out our life,
our vice, lord
Baby momma's come the drama, made her my wife lord
Lord I'm goin' hope you see I'm trying to do right, lord
Shake 'em up and blowin' the
I the price, lord

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a
the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I with the money like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma it like it's a holiday

Yo, my memoirs are the Anarchist's Cookbook
Meets the time, fall, spring, summer book
Some people wanna see me hanging a good hook
Instead I hang with a and slang in the anguish
And pain fit as well, cause it came us
After all years carrying this shame with us
Now the entire planet is going with us
Seven old kids carrying flame spitters
Fortified fences, mortify
Crossfire miss my little by inches
Chemical dependence, medical
But no amount of money on can buy vengeance
Writing a life sentence, sirens engines
Tyrants seen the eyes of the wide lenses
Senseless crimes, some of us want to drive Benzes
But are you tryna ride with us, or us?