Luyện nghe bài hát Extradition

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

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

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

Bust a quick nut, got to up and gat on
'Cos 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 up, bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up, try to stop 'em

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

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

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

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

Rap gage, put it down the
Got my hostage sausage on the freeway
She say, "Let's the circle K"
Ran inside and the niggaz all pay

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

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

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 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 shake bitch in her sleep

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

I'm going back to Cali it's bound with my strikes
Don't give a who's on the marin or the mic
I should've known when I seen motherfucker in the lobby
like 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 bus, scandalous
'Cos can't stand us
They get excited and I try to it
I'm back to Cali 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 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 the rest of my life in a shit bath

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