Luyện nghe bài hát Extradite

Took his order then I served him a like five nickels
Man, stay on point like icicle
Niggas decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my money to the and said fuck the man in the middle
Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's we had boy
was the bag lady, I was the bag boy
Option was minimum wage, live in a cage
Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' slaves
In new age
Dude's is fugaze
I'm the whole gallon and half pint school days
I been killin' 'em Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang nigga

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, it, I mean it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I play with the money it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it it's a holiday

I used to lay in bed at the ceilin' fan
Feelin' cramps, wishin' I get a killer gram
Tryna understand why I kill a man
With hopes like rubber tree, plants, and ants
We cheat death with each
The only one who make it forever is Keith Sweat
You ever see a lyin' dead in the streets yet
Then eat
Swallow beliefs like police justice
If my city is like yours then cereal
is wiped off
If people seem to always have to fight for
But still end up in the pen or the psych ward
It's off
They catch so casualties it's like war
That's the reason I don't believe in the y'all
The devil talkin' he wanna extradite y'all
Now I'm the nigga they shinin' the search for

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it it's a holiday
Bout the Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a

Here we now, here we come now
Yeah, freestyle

showed me a 9 milli and 9 nickel
Man, I'll on point like icicle
Say you got that yola, your lookin' fickle
like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't official
I got dollar jeans on my ass cheek
got her lights and her gas cut last week
How that make me look if I don't her get up on her feet?
She keep a different nigga, now she end up pregnant week
I you take these devils out our life, lord
our vice, lord
Baby momma's come the drama, made her my wife lord
Lord know I'm hope you see I'm trying to do right, lord
'em up and blowin' the dice
I the price, lord

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma it like it's a holiday
the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like Monopoly
And if the die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday

Yo, my memoirs are like the Anarchist's
Meets the time, fall, spring, summer book
Some people see me hanging from a good hook
Instead I hang with a language and slang in the
And pain fit as well, it came with us
After all these carrying this shame with us
Now the entire planet is insane with us
Seven year old kids flame spitters
fences, mortify senses
Crossfire miss my daughter by inches
Chemical dependence, expenses
But no of money on earth can buy vengeance
Writing a life sentence, fire engines
Tyrants seen through the of the wide lenses
Senseless crimes, cause some of us to drive Benzes
But are you tryna ride us, or against us?