Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his order then I served him a like five nickels
Man, I'll on point like icicle
can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my money to the 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 minimum wage, in a cage
Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' slaves
In new age
Dude's wage is
I'm the whole gallon and half pint like days
I been 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero dollars zero tolerance, lettin' tool bang nigga

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

I used to lay in bed at the ceilin' fan
Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a gram
Tryna understand why I kill a man
high hopes like rubber tree, plants, and ants
We death with each breath
The one who make it last forever is Keith Sweat
You see a body lyin' dead in the streets yet
eat breakfast?
Swallow forced beliefs like police
If my city is yours then cereal scratch
is wiped off
If people seem to always have to fight for
But still end up in the pen or the psych ward
lights off
They catch so casualties it's like war
That's the reason I don't believe in the hype
The talkin' bout he wanna extradite y'all
Now I'm the they shinin' the search light for

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, treat 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 it like it's a holiday

we come now, here we come now
Yeah, freestyle

showed me a 9 milli and 9 nickel
Man, I'll stay on point like
Say you got that yola, fishscale lookin' fickle
They like Jordans out of the gas station, ain't official
I got thousand dollar jeans on my ass
got her lights and her gas cut last week
How that make me look if I help her get up on her feet?
She keep a different nigga, now she end up every week
I pray you take devils out our life, lord
That's our vice,
Baby momma's come with the drama, made her my lord
Lord know I'm goin' you see I'm trying to do right, lord
Shake 'em up and the dice
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 it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a

Yo, my memoirs are the Anarchist's Cookbook
Meets the time, fall, spring, look book
Some people wanna see me hanging a good hook
Instead I hang with a language and in the anguish
And fit as well, cause it came with us
After all these years carrying this shame us
Now the entire planet is insane with us
Seven year old kids carrying flame
Fortified fences, mortify
Crossfire miss my little by inches
dependence, medical expenses
But no amount of money on can buy vengeance
Writing a sentence, sirens fire engines
Tyrants through the eyes of the wide lenses
Senseless crimes, cause some of us want to Benzes
But are you tryna with us, or against us?