Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

Dear Mama, if people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything say I done
Now I don't when I'll be able to write you again
But I be back to California to see you
son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube

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 they say I

destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here, yeah
This bitch dimmed the lights, nigga, the night

a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on
'Cos this the street I got shot on
So God Don Polla, double S
I gotta 'cos I'm smokin' on double breath

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

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

Listen, these 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 shits

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

Went to Vegas for the weekend, met a hoe down
Hey bitch, why you
Grabbed the paper out her
Am I the man on the page, same height, same age

Rap gage, put it the G-way
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 Colorado
Brought it for his wallet and my bottle
That's my motto and I warn ya
Before I'm through, I'm going back to

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

Listen, these feds fishin' for 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 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 this bitch in her sleep

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

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

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

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

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 they say I done

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

Hey mama, when send pictures you can't send a Polaroid
got to be the regular pictures
An' got us in here 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 game to them mama, it's my