Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his then I served him a quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on like icicle
Niggas can't decode, or figure my riddles
my money 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, live in a
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 dollars zero tolerance, lettin' tool bang nigga

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 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 could get a killer
understand why I wanna kill a man
With high hopes like tree, plants, and ants
We cheat death with each
The only one who make it last forever is Sweat
You see a body lyin' dead in the streets yet
eat breakfast?
Swallow forced beliefs like police
If my city is like yours cereal scratch
Fingerprints is off
If people seem to always somethin' to fight for
But end up in the state pen or the psych ward
It's off
They catch so many casualties like war
That's the reason I don't 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, I'mma it like it's 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 it like it's a holiday

Here we come now, 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, your lookin' fickle
They like Jordans out of the gas station, ain't official
I got thousand jeans on my ass cheek
Cousin got her lights and her gas cut last
How that make me look if I help her get up on her feet?
She keep a different nigga, now she end up pregnant every
I pray you take these out our life, lord
our vice, lord
Baby momma's come with the drama, made her my lord
Lord know I'm goin' hope you see I'm to do right, lord
Shake 'em up and blowin' the
I pray the price,

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

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