Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if some came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything say I done
Now I know when I'll be able to write you again
But I will be to California to see you
son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube

Keep my on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I I didn't do what they say I done

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

Bust a nut, got to fuck up and gat on
'Cos the same street I got shot on
So God Don Polla, double S
I holla 'cos I'm smokin' on double breath

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

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

Listen, feds fishin' 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 rest of my in a shits bath

so hard to get a room without a credit card
It's so not to let 'em know where you are
Tried to get a rented car, why'd he laughed when I him cash
Had to mash 'fore he called the 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 down the
Got my hostage suckin' on the freeway
She say, "Let's hear the K"
Ran inside and made the all pay

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

my hand on my gun 'cos 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 they say I done

Listen, these feds 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 of my life 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
and shake this bitch in her sleep

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

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

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

Big bus, scandalous
'Cos they can't us
They get and I try to fight it
I'm going 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
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 kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit

Hey mama, when y'all 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 don't know, like they playin' with us, it's a game
It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama, my life