Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his order then I him a quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on point like
Niggas decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my money to the source and said fuck the man in the
Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's we had boy
was the bag lady, I was the bag boy
Option was that wage, live in a cage
Buildin' a everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In new age
Dude's wage is
I'm the whole gallon and half pint school days
I been killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool,
Zero dollars zero tolerance, lettin' tool bang nigga

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

I used to lay in bed starin' at the fan
Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a gram
Tryna understand why I wanna a man
With high like rubber tree, plants, and ants
We cheat with each breath
The only one who it last forever is Keith Sweat
You ever see a body dead in the streets yet
Then eat
Swallow forced beliefs like justice
If my city is yours then cereal scratch
Fingerprints is off
If people seem to have somethin' to fight for
But still end up in the state pen or the ward
It's off
catch so many casualties it's like war
That's the reason I don't believe in the hype
The devil talkin' bout he wanna y'all
Now I'm the nigga shinin' the search light for

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

Here we now, here we come now
Yeah, freestyle

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

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

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