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 be back to California to see you
Your son,

Keep my hand on my gun 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 do what they say I done

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here, right
This bitch dimmed the lights, nigga, spend the

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 on double breath

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

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

Listen, these feds fishin' for 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 life in a shits

It's so hard to get a room without a 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 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 page, same height, same age

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

It's like I hit the Lotto outside
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 I didn't do what they say I done
my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I I didn't 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 pick locks
Or the rest of my life in a shit bath

My boys to Illinois
Set the poise, so I can
All states, can't wait till I'm back on my feet
and shake this bitch in her sleep

Low key, you can't see me
I'm up in D.C. with number three
Clownin', a little stock to get a little cock
Now I got niggaz bangin' and lootin'

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

Federal, like no black hetero sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a
An I'm 'a sue all and blue
When I to hand cuff

Big gray bus,
'Cos they can't us
They get and I try to fight it
I'm going to Cali for show, extradited

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

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

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