Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his then I served him a quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on like icicle
Niggas decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my to the source and said fuck the man in the middle
Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, 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 half pint like school
I been 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero dollars zero tolerance, lettin' that tool nigga

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

I used to lay in bed at the ceilin' fan
cramps, wishin' I could get a killer gram
Tryna why I wanna kill a man
With high like rubber tree, plants, and ants
We cheat death each breath
The only one who make it last is Keith Sweat
You ever see a body lyin' dead in the yet
eat breakfast?
Swallow forced like police justice
If my city is like then cereal scratch
Fingerprints is off
If people seem to always have somethin' to for
But still end up in the pen or the psych ward
It's off
They catch so casualties it's like war
That's the reason I believe in the hype y'all
The devil talkin' bout he wanna extradite
Now I'm the nigga they the search light for

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

Here we now, here we come now
Yeah, freestyle

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

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

Yo, my memoirs are like the Cookbook
Meets the time, fall, spring, summer book
Some people wanna see me hanging from a good
Instead I hang with a 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 planet is insane with us
Seven year old kids carrying spitters
Fortified fences, senses
Crossfire miss my daughter by inches
Chemical dependence, expenses
But no amount of on earth can buy vengeance
Writing a life sentence, sirens engines
Tyrants seen through the eyes of the lenses
Senseless crimes, cause of us want to drive Benzes
But are you ride with us, or against us?