Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

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

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

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

a quick 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', niggaz be leakin',
Got the feds seekin',
say my name popped up, bitch hop up
Nigga close the up, they try to stop 'em

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

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

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

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

Rap gage, put it down the
Got my hostage 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 Colorado
Brought it there for his 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 say I done
my hand on my gun 'cos 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, 'em, fight 'em, dine '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, wait till I'm back on my feet
Switch and shake this bitch in her

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

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

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

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

Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do 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 extradition
I'm on a mission, 'em, fight' em, dine '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 pictures you can't send a Polaroid
They got to be the pictures
An' they got us in here in computer chips or something
I don't know, like they playin' with us, it's like a
It ain't but a game to them mama, it's my life