Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his order then I served him a like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on point like
can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my money to the source and said fuck the man in the
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 school days
I been killin' 'em since Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
dollars 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, 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

I used to lay in bed at the ceilin' fan
Feelin' cramps, I could get a killer gram
understand why I wanna kill a man
With high hopes rubber tree, plants, and ants
We cheat death with each
The only one who make it forever is Keith Sweat
You ever see a body dead in the streets yet
eat breakfast?
Swallow forced beliefs like police
If my city is like yours then scratch
is wiped off
If people to always have somethin' to fight for
But still end up in the state pen or the ward
lights off
They so many casualties it's like war
the reason I don't believe in the hype y'all
The devil talkin' he wanna extradite y'all
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
the Michael 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 devil die today, treat it like it's a holiday

we come now, here we come now
Yeah, freestyle

showed me a 9 milli and 9 nickel
Man, stay on point like icicle
Say you got yola, your fishscale lookin' fickle
They Jordans out of the gas station, they 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 don't her get up on her feet?
She a different nigga, now she end up pregnant every week
I you take these devils out our life, lord
That's our vice,
Baby momma's with the drama, made her my wife 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 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 it's a holiday

Yo, my are like the Anarchist's Cookbook
the time, fall, spring, summer look book
Some wanna 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 with us
Seven year old kids carrying spitters
fences, mortify senses
Crossfire my little daughter by inches
dependence, medical expenses
But no of money on earth can buy vengeance
Writing a sentence, sirens fire engines
Tyrants seen through the eyes of the lenses
crimes, cause some of us want to drive Benzes
But are you tryna ride us, or against us?