Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if some people came by the lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I
Now I don't when I'll be able to write you again
But I be back to California 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 they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do they say I done

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

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

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

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

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

It's so hard to get a without a credit card
so hard 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 he called the feds on my ass

Went to for the weekend, met a hoe down freakin'
Hey bitch, why you
the paper 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
it there for his wallet and my bottle
That's my motto and I warn ya
Before I'm through, I'm going back to

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

Listen, these feds for this 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 in a shit bath

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 in her sleep

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

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

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

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

Keep my hand on my gun they got me on the run
I I didn't 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 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 the rest of my life in a shit bath

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