Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if some people by the house lookin' for me
I'm of anything they say I done
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 hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run
I swear I do what they say I done
Keep my on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I

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 dimmed the lights, nigga, the night

Bust a 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', niggaz be leakin',
Got the feds seekin',
Niggaz say my popped up, bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up, they try to 'em

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

Listen, these 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 the rest of my life in a shits bath

It's so to get a room without a credit card
It's so hard not to let 'em where you are
Tried to get a rented car, he laughed when I showed him cash
Had to 'fore he called 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 page, same height, same age

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

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

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 they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I

Listen, these fishin' for this extradition
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 till I'm back on my feet
Switch and shake bitch in her sleep

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

I'm going back to Cali it's bound with my strikes
give a fuck who's on the marin or the mic
I should've known when I seen motherfucker in the lobby
Looking he wanna rob me

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

Big bus, scandalous
they can't stand us
They get excited and I try to it
I'm going back to Cali for show,

Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run
I swear I do what they say I done

Listen, feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight' em, dine 'em, 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't locks
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 puttin' in computer chips or something
I don't know, like they playin' with us, it's a game
It ain't but a game to them mama, it's my life