Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if some people came by the house for me
I'm innocent of anything say I done
Now I don't when I'll be able 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 they say I
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a
bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here, 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 Don Polla, double S
I gotta holla I'm smokin' on double breath

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

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

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

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

Went to for the weekend, met a hoe down 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 the G-way
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
it there for his wallet and my bottle
That's my motto and I gotta ya
Before I'm through, I'm going back to

my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos 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, 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta rocks, I can't 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 this bitch 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 where it's bound with my strikes
Don't give a fuck on the marin or the mic
I known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
Looking like he rob me

Federal, don't no black hetero sexual, intellectual
Tried to me into 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 on my gun 'cos 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 they say I

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

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