Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if some people came by the house for me
I'm of anything they say I done
Now I don't when I'll be able to write you again
But I will be to California to see you
son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube

Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I do what they say I done
my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I do what they say I done

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say lookin' for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here, yeah
bitch dimmed the lights, nigga, spend the night

Bust a nut, got to fuck up and gat on
'Cos this the street I got shot on
So God bless Don Polla, S
I holla 'cos I'm smokin' on double breath

Freakin', be leakin', information
Got the feds seekin',
Niggaz say my popped up, bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up, they try to 'em

My flow leave me asshole neck it
'Gone in sixty seconds', all records
Nigga gettin' eating dinnies
Count my pennies, only got a bag twenties

Listen, these feds fishin' for extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, 'em, ditch 'em
I kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or the rest of my life in a shits bath

It's so hard to get a room without a credit
so hard not to let 'em know where you are
Tried to get a rented car, why'd he laughed when I showed him
Had to 'fore he called the feds on my ass

Went to Vegas for the weekend, met a hoe down
Hey bitch, why you
Grabbed the out her hand
Am I the man on the page, same height, same age

Rap gage, put it down the
Got my hostage sausage on the freeway
She say, "Let's hear the K"
Ran inside and made the all pay

It's like I hit the Lotto Colorado
Brought it for his wallet and my bottle
That's my motto and I gotta ya
Before I'm through, I'm back to California

Keep my on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I
Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I I didn't do what they say I done

Listen, feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit

My boys to Illinois
Set the poise, so I can
All fifty states, can't wait I'm back on my feet
and shake this bitch in her sleep

Low key, you can't see me
I'm up in D.C. with strike number
Clownin', a little stock to get a little cock
Now I got niggaz bangin' and rock

I'm going back to Cali it's bound with my strikes
Don't give a who's on the marin or the mic
I should've when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
like he wanna rob me

Federal, like no black hetero sexual, intellectual
to turn me into a vegetable
An I'm 'a sue all black and
I come to hand cuff

Big bus, scandalous
'Cos they stand us
They get excited and I try to it
I'm going back to for show, extradited

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run
I I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do they say I done

Listen, these feds fishin' for this
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight' em, 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I pick locks
Or spend the of my life in a shit bath

Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you send a Polaroid
They got to be the regular
An' they got us in here in computer chips or something
I don't know, like they playin' us, it's like a game
It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama, my life