Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when be able to write you again
But I will be back to 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 say I done
Keep my on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what say I done

destroyer, paranoia, I need 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 quick nut, got to up and gat on
'Cos this the street I got shot on
So God Don Polla, double S
I gotta holla 'cos I'm smokin' on double

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

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

Listen, feds 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 life in a bath

It's so hard to get a room without a card
It's so hard not to let 'em know 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 for the weekend, met a hoe down freakin'
Hey bitch, why you
Grabbed the out her hand
Am I the man on the front page, same height, age

Rap gage, put it the G-way
Got my hostage suckin' sausage on the
She say, "Let's the circle K"
Ran and made the niggaz all pay

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

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 what they say I

Listen, these feds for this extradition
I'm on a mission, 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I pick 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 till I'm back on my
Switch and shake bitch in her sleep

Low key, you can't see me
I'm up in D.C. with strike three
Clownin', a little stock to get a little cock
Now I got bangin' 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 that motherfucker in the
Looking like he rob me

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

Big gray bus,
'Cos they stand us
get excited 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 I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I

Listen, these feds fishin' for this
I'm on a mission, 'em, fight' em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I pick locks
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 pictures
An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or
I don't know, they playin' with us, it's like a game
It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama, it's my