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 don't know when I'll be to write you again
But I will be back to to see you
Your son,

Keep my on my gun 'cos 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 named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here, yeah
This bitch the lights, nigga, spend the night

Bust a quick nut, got to 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 seekin', incarceration
Niggaz say my popped up, bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up, try to stop 'em

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

Listen, these feds for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, '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 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 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 suckin' sausage on the freeway
She say, "Let's hear the K"
Ran inside and the niggaz all pay

It's I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
Brought it for his wallet and my bottle
That's my and I gotta warn ya
Before I'm through, I'm 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
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 pick 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 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 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 give a who's on the marin or the mic
I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the
like 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 gray bus,
'Cos they stand us
They get and I try to fight it
I'm back to Cali for show, extradited

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run
I I didn't do what 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 for this extradition
I'm on a mission, 'em, fight' em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the of my life in a shit bath

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