Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his order I served him a quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on point like
Niggas decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my to the source and said fuck 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 wage, live in a cage
a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In new age
wage is fugaze
I'm the whole gallon and half pint like school
I been killin' 'em since Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero dollars tolerance, lettin' that 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 it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it it's a holiday

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

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a
Bout the Jackson, beat it, I mean 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

Here we come now, we come now
Yeah, freestyle

Homie me a 9 milli and 9 nickel
Man, I'll stay on point like
Say you got that yola, your fishscale lookin'
They like out of the gas station, they ain't official
I got thousand dollar jeans on my ass
Cousin got her lights and her gas cut last
How make me look if I don't help her get up on her feet?
She keep a different nigga, now she end up pregnant week
I you take these devils out our life, lord
our vice, lord
Baby momma's come with the drama, made her my 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 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 die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday

Yo, my memoirs are like the Cookbook
the time, fall, spring, summer look book
Some people see me hanging from a good hook
Instead I hang with a and slang in the anguish
And pain fit as well, cause it with us
After all these carrying this shame with us
Now the entire planet is going insane us
year old kids carrying flame spitters
Fortified fences, mortify
miss my little daughter by inches
Chemical dependence, medical
But no of money on earth can buy vengeance
Writing a life sentence, fire engines
Tyrants through the eyes of the wide lenses
Senseless crimes, cause some of us to drive Benzes
But are you tryna ride with us, or us?