Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if some people by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I
Now I know when I'll be able to write you again
But I will be back to to see you
Your son,

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's so hard to get a room a credit card
so hard not to let 'em know where you are
Tried to get a car, why'd he laughed when I showed him cash
Had to mash 'fore he called the on my ass

Went to Vegas for the weekend, met a hoe down
Hey bitch, why you
Grabbed the paper out her
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 and made the niggaz all pay

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

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

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 spend the rest of my life in a shit

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

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

I'm going back to where it's bound with my strikes
give a fuck who's on the marin or the mic
I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the
Looking he wanna rob me

Federal, don't no black hetero sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me a vegetable
An I'm 'a sue all and blue
I come to hand cuff

Big bus, scandalous
they can't stand us
They get and I try to fight it
I'm going to Cali for show, extradited

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos 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 I didn't do what they say I done

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

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