Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles and Runnin'

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

A 100 and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I the gun and
You want me to kill a and it's done in.
Since I'm to kill and destruct,
Is one of the main reasons I give a fuck.
are usually not good
'Cause I freeze my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the is two.
We're not alone, three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for we said in the past.
blank, They can kiss my black ass.
I stutter when I said "Fuck The Police".
'Cause it's for a nigga to get peace.
Now broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little niggers don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' the fall.
Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have 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 sources us that the four are headed"
"100 miles to homebase, Compton."

Lend me a ear.
So I can you why

Runnin' with my brothers, for the home base.
a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road goes on and on.
The is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but never 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 with nuthin' to lose.
One of the few who's been accused and
Of the crime of poisonin' minds.
But you don't know shit til you in my shoes.
And Dre is back the see-P-T.
Droppin' some that's D-O-P-E.
So the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any that disagrees.
Stuck and hard, hauling ass.
'Cause I'm a known for havin' a notorious past.
My was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI's all my dick.

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

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

Runnin' a nigga I hate to lose.
Show me on the but I hate to be abused.
I it was a set-up.
So now I'm get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to up.
But I've got 10 000 strong.
They got singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group 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.

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

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

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