Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his then I served him a quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on point icicle
Niggas decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my to the source and said 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 prison everyday, man they these slaves
In new age
Dude's wage is
I'm the whole gallon and half pint like days
I been killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool,
Zero dollars zero tolerance, that tool bang nigga

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, 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 to lay in bed starin' at the ceilin' fan
cramps, wishin' I could get a killer gram
Tryna understand why I wanna a man
With hopes like rubber tree, plants, and ants
We death with each breath
The one who make it last forever is Keith Sweat
You see a body lyin' dead in the streets yet
Then eat
Swallow forced beliefs like police
If my city is yours then cereal scratch
Fingerprints is off
If people seem to have somethin' to fight for
But still end up in the state pen or the ward
It's off
They catch so casualties it's like war
That's the reason I believe in the hype y'all
The devil talkin' he wanna extradite y'all
Now I'm the nigga 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 nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a

Here we now, here we come now
Yeah, nigga

showed me a 9 milli and 9 nickel
Man, I'll stay on point icicle
Say you got that yola, fishscale lookin' fickle
like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't official
I got thousand dollar jeans on my ass
got her lights and her gas cut last week
How make me look if I don't help her get up on her feet?
She keep a different nigga, now she end up every week
I pray you take devils out our life, lord
our vice, lord
Baby momma's come with the drama, her my wife lord
Lord I'm goin' hope 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 it like it's a holiday
Bout the 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, I'mma it like it's a holiday

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