Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles and Runnin'

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

A 100 and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I the gun and
You me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in.
I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct,
Is one of the main reasons I don't a fuck.
Chances are not good
'Cause I with 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 brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, I'm not stupid, motherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for what we in the past.
Point blank, can kiss my black ass.
I stutter when I said "Fuck The Police".
'Cause it's hard for a to get peace.
Now it's and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little 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 news. Four 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' with my brothers, headed for the base.
a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer than the marathon.
Runnin' on but never out.
wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin' if what it gotta do.
But nobody's up a Nigga Witta Attitude.

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

Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that the clock.
That's when the E jumped off the 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 been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mind.
Runnin' like I don't care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, 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 done in, gunnin' and comin'
at yo ass.
A 100 and Runnin'

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

Runnin' like a I hate to lose.
Show me on the news but I 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.
got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And while they my group like dirt,
Their fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts.
So I'ma run til I run no more.
'Cause it's time for MC Ren to the score.
I got a urge to down doors.
At my grave like a even if the Ren calls.

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

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

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