Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if some people came by the lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything say I done
Now I know when I'll be able to write you again
But I be back to California to see you
son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube

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

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

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

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

My cash flow leave me neck it
'Gone in sixty seconds', burn all
Nigga skinny eating dinnies
Count my pennies, got a bag fulla twenties

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

so hard to get a room without a credit card
It's so hard not to let 'em know you are
Tried to get a rented car, he laughed when I showed him cash
Had to mash 'fore he 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 the G-way
Got my suckin' sausage on the freeway
She say, "Let's the circle K"
Ran inside and made the all pay

It's like I hit the Lotto outside
Brought it for his wallet and my bottle
That's my and I gotta warn ya
I'm through, I'm going 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 swear I do what they say I done

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

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

Low key, you feds see me
I'm up in D.C. with strike number
Clownin', made a little stock to get a little
Now I got niggaz bangin' and lootin'

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

Federal, don't like no hetero sexual, intellectual
to turn me into a vegetable
An I'm 'a sue all and blue
When I to hand cuff

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

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

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

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