Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his order I served him a quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on like icicle
Niggas can't decode, or my rhyme riddles
Took my money to the source and 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, live in a
Buildin' a prison everyday, man cultivatin' these slaves
In new age
Dude's is fugaze
I'm the whole gallon and half like school days
I been killin' 'em since Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang nigga

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

I to lay in bed starin' at the ceilin' fan
Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a killer
Tryna understand why I kill a man
With high hopes like rubber tree, plants, and
We cheat death each breath
The only one who make it last forever is Keith
You ever see a body dead in the streets yet
eat breakfast?
Swallow forced beliefs like police
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 pen or the psych ward
It's off
They so many casualties it's like war
That's the I don't 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 devil die today, treat it like it's a holiday
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, treat it like it's a holiday

Here we come now, we come now
Yeah, freestyle

showed me a 9 milli and 9 nickel
Man, I'll stay on point icicle
Say you got that yola, your lookin' fickle
They like out of the gas station, they ain't official
I got thousand dollar on my ass cheek
got her lights and her gas cut last week
How that make me 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 these 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 the dice
I the price, lord

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma it like it's a holiday
Bout the Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's
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, look book
Some people wanna see me hanging from a hook
Instead I with a language and slang in the anguish
And pain fit as well, cause it with us
After all these years carrying this shame us
Now the planet is going insane with us
Seven year old kids carrying flame
fences, mortify senses
Crossfire miss my little daughter by
Chemical dependence, expenses
But no amount of money on earth can buy
a life sentence, sirens fire engines
Tyrants seen through the of the wide lenses
Senseless crimes, cause some of us to drive Benzes
But are you tryna ride us, or against us?