Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if some people came by the house for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I
Now I don't know I'll be able to write you again
But I will be back to to see you
Your son,

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

destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch Netoia, say they lookin' for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here, right
This bitch dimmed the lights, nigga, 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 on double breath

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

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

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

It's so hard to get a room without a card
It's so not to let 'em know where you are
Tried to get a rented car, why'd he laughed when I showed him
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 page, same height, same age

Rap gage, put it the G-way
Got my hostage suckin' on the freeway
She say, "Let's hear the K"
Ran inside and the niggaz all pay

like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
Brought it for his wallet and my bottle
my motto 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 I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I

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

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

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

I'm going back to Cali where it's with my strikes
Don't give a fuck who's on the 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 and blue
I come to hand cuff

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

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 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 of my life in a shit bath

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