Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

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

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

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 holla 'cos 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 shop up, try to stop 'em

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

Listen, these fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I pick locks
Or spend the of my life in a shits bath

so hard to get a room without a credit card
It's so hard not to let 'em know you are
Tried to get a rented car, he laughed when I showed him cash
Had to 'fore he called the feds on my ass

Went to for the weekend, met a hoe down freakin'
Hey bitch, why you
Grabbed the paper out her
Am I the man on the front page, 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

It's I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
Brought it for his wallet and my bottle
That's my motto and I warn ya
I'm through, I'm going 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
my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do they say I done

Listen, these fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, 'em, dine 'em, ditch '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, can't wait till I'm back on my
Switch and shake this in her sleep

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

I'm going back to Cali where it's with my strikes
give a fuck who's on the marin or the mic
I should've known when I seen motherfucker in the lobby
Looking he wanna rob me

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

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

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 swear I didn't do what say I done

Listen, feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I pick locks
Or spend the of my life in a shit bath

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