Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

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

Keep my hand on my gun 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 swear I didn't do they say I done

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

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

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

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

Listen, these feds for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my 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, why'd he when I showed him cash
Had to 'fore he called the feds on my ass

Went to Vegas for the weekend, met a hoe down
Hey bitch, why you
the paper out her hand
Am I the man on the front page, height, same age

Rap gage, put it the G-way
Got my hostage sausage on the freeway
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 and my bottle
my motto and I gotta 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 didn't do what say I done
Keep my on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I do what they say I done

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 this bitch in her sleep

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

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

Federal, don't no black hetero sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a
An I'm 'a sue all black and
When I come to hand

Big gray bus,
they can't 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 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

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 the rest of my life 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 here in computer chips or something
I don't know, like they playin' with us, it's like a
It ain't nuttin' but a game to mama, it's my life