Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his order then I served him a quarter like five
Man, I'll stay on like icicle
Niggas can't decode, or my rhyme 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
a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In new age
Dude's wage is
I'm the whole and half pint like school days
I been killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool,
Zero dollars zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang

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 it like it's a holiday

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

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

we come now, here we come now
Yeah, nigga

Homie showed me a 9 and 9 nickel
Man, I'll stay on like icicle
Say you got that yola, your lookin' fickle
They like 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 week
How make me look if I don't help her get up on her feet?
She a different nigga, now she end up pregnant every week
I pray you take devils out our life, lord
That's our vice,
Baby come with the drama, made her my wife lord
know I'm goin' hope you see I'm trying to do right, lord
Shake 'em up and blowin' the
I the price, lord

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a
Bout the Michael Jackson, 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, treat it like 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 fit as well, cause it came with us
After all these years carrying this shame us
Now the entire planet is going insane us
Seven old kids carrying flame spitters
Fortified fences, mortify
Crossfire my little daughter by inches
Chemical dependence, expenses
But no of money on earth can buy vengeance
Writing a life sentence, fire engines
Tyrants seen through the eyes of the wide
Senseless crimes, cause some of us want to Benzes
But are you ride with us, or against us?