Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles and Runnin'

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

A 100 and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I the gun and
You want me to kill a motherfucker and done in.
I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct,
Is one of the reasons I don't give a fuck.
are usually not good
'Cause I freeze my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' by the you-know-who.
in a black and white the capacity 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 when I said "Fuck The Police".
'Cause hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black don't mix so
Now I'm through the fall.
Runnin' a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.
So for now the gun and
it in the air.
MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'

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

Lend me a ear.
So I can you why

Runnin' my brothers, headed for the home base.
With a steady pace on the face just we raced.
The ahead goes on and on.
The shit is longer than the motherfuckin' marathon.
on but never runnin' out.
Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can try out.
if that's what it gotta do.
But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Attitude.

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

Got us tick and runnin' to find the gun that started the clock.
when the E jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a stretch.
A sprintin' motherfucker that they won't catch.
Yeah, to Compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the pen.
'Cause niggas been runnin' since 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 and on a straight rough.
like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.
From to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can I'm
A straight up nigga done in, gunnin' and comin'
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 little for you:
"Nowhere to run to, baby. to hide."
luck brothers.

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

are dark and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the motherfucker's are ridin'.
Started with five and, yo, one couldn't it.
So now there's four 'cause the fifth make it.
The even, now I'm leavin'.
We're never took 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 more mile to go through the streets.
Runnin' a motherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I never or lag last.
I'm home so I better haul ass.
up everything in sight.
It's a little crazy motherfucker the searchlight.
Now all that chasing is done and
Four motherfuckers goin' with
A 100 of Runnin'!

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