Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his then I served him a quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on point icicle
Niggas can't decode, or figure my rhyme
Took my money to the source and 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, live in a
Buildin' a everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In new age
wage is fugaze
I'm the whole gallon and half pint like days
I been 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero dollars tolerance, lettin' that tool bang nigga

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

I used to lay in bed starin' at the fan
Feelin' cramps, wishin' I get a killer gram
Tryna why I wanna kill a man
With high hopes like tree, plants, and ants
We cheat death each breath
The only one who it last forever is Keith Sweat
You ever see a lyin' dead in the streets yet
eat breakfast?
Swallow forced beliefs like police
If my city is like yours then cereal
is wiped off
If people seem to always have somethin' to for
But still end up in the state pen or the psych
It's off
They catch so many casualties it's war
That's the reason I don't believe in the hype
The devil talkin' bout he extradite y'all
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 the money like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like a holiday

we come now, here we come now
Yeah, nigga

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

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

Yo, my are like the Anarchist's Cookbook
Meets the time, fall, spring, summer look
Some people wanna see me hanging a good hook
I hang with a language and slang in the anguish
And pain fit as well, it came with us
After all these years carrying shame with us
Now the entire is going insane with us
Seven year old carrying flame spitters
fences, mortify 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 of the wide lenses
Senseless crimes, cause some of us to drive Benzes
But are you tryna with us, or against us?