Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his order then I served him a quarter like five
Man, I'll stay on point like
Niggas decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my money to the source and said the man in the middle
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 prison everyday, man they cultivatin' slaves
In new age
Dude's is fugaze
I'm the gallon and half pint like school days
I been 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang nigga

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

I to lay in bed starin' at the ceilin' fan
Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a gram
Tryna why I wanna kill a man
With high hopes rubber tree, plants, and ants
We death with each breath
The only one who it last forever is Keith Sweat
You ever see a body lyin' in the streets yet
Then eat
forced beliefs like police justice
If my city is like yours then scratch
Fingerprints is off
If people seem to have 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
the reason I don't believe in the hype y'all
The devil talkin' bout he extradite y'all
Now I'm the nigga they shinin' the light for

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

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

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 play with the like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it it's a holiday

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