Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when be able to write you again
But I will be to California to see you
son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube

Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what 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 dimmed the lights, nigga, spend the night

Bust a quick nut, got to up and gat on
this the same street I got shot on
So God bless Don Polla, S
I gotta holla 'cos I'm on double breath

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

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

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

It's so hard to get a 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 I showed him cash
Had to mash he called the feds on my ass

Went to Vegas for the weekend, met a hoe freakin'
Hey bitch, why you
Grabbed the paper out her
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 the circle K"
Ran inside and the niggaz all pay

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

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what say I done
Keep my hand on my gun they 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 pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit

My Utah to Illinois
Set the poise, so I can
All fifty states, wait till I'm back on my feet
Switch and shake this bitch in her

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

I'm going back to where 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 motherfucker in the lobby
like he wanna rob me

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

Big bus, scandalous
'Cos they stand us
They get excited and I try to it
I'm going back to Cali for show,

my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I do what they 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, feds fishin' 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 rest of my life in a 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 in computer chips or something
I don't know, like they playin' us, it's like a game
It nuttin' but a game to them mama, it's my life