Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his order then I him a quarter like five nickels
Man, stay on point like icicle
Niggas can't decode, or my rhyme riddles
Took my 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 cultivatin' these slaves
In new age
Dude's is fugaze
I'm the whole gallon and half like school days
I been killin' 'em since Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero dollars zero tolerance, lettin' that bang nigga

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

I used to lay in bed at the ceilin' fan
cramps, wishin' I could get a killer gram
Tryna understand why I wanna a man
With high hopes like rubber tree, plants, and
We death with each breath
The only one who make it forever is Keith Sweat
You ever see a body lyin' dead in the yet
Then eat
Swallow forced beliefs like police
If my city is like yours cereal scratch
Fingerprints is off
If people to always have somethin' to fight for
But end up in the state pen or the psych ward
lights off
They so many casualties it's like war
That's the reason I believe in the hype y'all
The devil talkin' bout he wanna y'all
Now I'm the nigga they shinin' the 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 it's a holiday

we come now, here we come now
Yeah, freestyle

Homie showed me a 9 and 9 nickel
Man, I'll stay on point icicle
Say you got yola, your fishscale 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 last
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 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 trying to do right,
Shake 'em up and blowin' the
I the price, lord

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

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