Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles and Runnin'

"You don't really you're gonna get away, do you?"
"We haven't them yet."
"But they're somewhere in the vicinity."

A 100 and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I the gun and
You want me to a motherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to and destruct,
Is one of the main I don't give a fuck.
Chances are not good
'Cause I freeze my hands on a hot hood.
And jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I street-brothers.
Now my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for what we in the past.
Point blank, They can kiss my ass.
I didn't stutter I said "Fuck The Police".
'Cause it's for a nigga to get peace.
Now it's and can't be fixed.
police and little black niggers don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' the fall.
Runnin' a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.
So for now the gun and
it in the air.
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of

"Into this news. fugitives are on the run."
"FBI tell us that the four are headed"
"100 to their homebase, Compton."

Lend me a ear.
So I can you why

Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the base.
With a pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead on and on.
The shit is gettin' than the motherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but runnin' out.
Stayin' and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin' if that's it gotta do.
But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Attitude.

Yo, but Dre's a nigga with to lose.
One of the few who's been and abused
Of the crime of poisonin' minds.
But you don't know til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back the see-P-T.
some shit that's D-O-P-E.
So the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any motherfucker disagrees.
and runnin' hard, hauling ass.
'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a past.
My mind was - my temper was too quick.
Now the all over my dick.

Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun started the clock.
That's when the E jumped off the block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a stretch.
A little sprintin' motherfucker that won't catch.
Yeah, back to again.
Yo, it's either or the Federal pen.
niggas been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to you what's on my motherfuckin' mind.
Runnin' like I just care.
Compton's 50 but , yo, I'ma get there.
my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl I'm ballin' the fuck out.
From city to I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's in, gunnin' and comin'
at yo ass.
A 100 and Runnin'

This one goes out to the four brothers Compton.
You're almost there, but the FBI has a little for you:
"Nowhere to run to, baby. to hide."
luck brothers.

Runnin' like a I hate to lose.
me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I it was a set-up.
So now I'm get up.
if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But got 10 000 niggas strong.
got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin' is wearin' our T-shirts.
So run til I can't run no more.
'Cause time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick doors.
At my grave a slave even if the Ren calls.

are dark and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the motherfucker's are ridin'.
Started with five and, yo, one take it.
So now there's four the fifth couldn't make it.
The even, now I'm leavin'.
We're never gettin' by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the are right behind me.
But they're so stupid, they'll never find me.

One mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a on my own two feet.
But you know I never or lag last.
I'm almost home so I haul ass.
up everything in sight.
It's a little motherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now all chasing shit is done and
motherfuckers goin' crazy with
A 100 of Runnin'!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!