Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if some came by the house lookin' for me
I'm of anything 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
Your son,

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

destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say lookin' for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here, right
bitch 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
Nigga the shop up, they try to stop 'em

My cash leave me asshole neck it
'Gone in sixty seconds', all records
gettin' skinny eating dinnies
Count my pennies, 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 pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a 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 car, why'd he laughed when I showed 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 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

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

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos 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 do what they say I done

Listen, these feds fishin' for this
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 life in a bath

My boys Utah to
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', a little 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
Looking he wanna rob me

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

Big gray bus,
they can't stand us
They get and I try to fight 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 hand on my gun they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do they say I done

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

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