Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of they say I done
Now I don't when I'll 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 what they say I
Keep my on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I do what they say I done

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

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

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

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

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

so hard to get a room 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 for the weekend, met a hoe down freakin'
Hey bitch, why you
Grabbed the out her hand
Am I the man on the front page, same height, age

Rap gage, put it down the
Got my hostage suckin' sausage on the
She say, "Let's hear the K"
Ran inside and the niggaz 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
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 they say I
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run
I swear I do what they say I done

Listen, these feds for this extradition
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 shit

My boys to Illinois
Set the poise, so I can
All fifty states, can't wait I'm back on my feet
and shake this bitch in her sleep

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

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

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

Big gray bus,
'Cos can't stand us
get excited and I try to fight it
I'm going back to for show, extradited

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run
I swear I didn't do 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, these feds for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight' em, dine 'em, 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a bath

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