Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

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

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

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a
This bitch named Netoia, say 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 same I got shot on
So God Don Polla, double S
I gotta holla I'm smokin' on double breath

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

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

Listen, these fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick
Or the rest of my life 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 rented car, why'd he laughed when I showed him
Had to 'fore he called the feds on my ass

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

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

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

Keep my hand on my gun 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 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 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 till I'm on my feet
Switch and shake this in her sleep

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

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

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

Big gray bus,
'Cos 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 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 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 can't pick
Or spend the rest of my in a shit bath

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