Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles and Runnin'

"You don't really think gonna get away, do you?"
"We haven't them yet."
"But somewhere in the immediate 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 to kill and destruct,
Is one of the main reasons I give a fuck.
Chances are not good
I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' by the you-know-who.
When in a black and the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, I'm not stupid, motherfuckers.
They're out to our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank, can kiss my black ass.
I stutter when I said "Fuck The Police".
it's hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it's and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black niggers mix so
Now I'm through the fall.
Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I have slayed y'all.
So for now the gun and
it in the air.
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 of Runnin'

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

me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can you why

with my brothers, headed for the home base.
With a steady on the face that just we raced.
The ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer the motherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but never 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 Witta Attitude.

Yo, but a nigga with nuthin' to lose.
One of the few who's been and abused
Of the crime of young minds.
But you know 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.
'Cause I'm a nigga known for 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.
That's when the E off the startin' block.
A 100 Miles home and ,yo, it's a long stretch.
A little sprintin' that they won't catch.
Yeah, back to again.
Yo, it's either that or the pen.
'Cause niggas been runnin' since of time.
a minute to tell you what's on my motherfuckin' mind.
Runnin' like I just care.
Compton's 50 but , yo, I'ma get there.
Archin' my and on a straight rough.
Just Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.
From city to city I'm a menace as I 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'

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

Runnin' a nigga 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.
if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And they treat 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.

Clouds are and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the motherfucker's are ridin'.
Started five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
So now there's four 'cause the fifth 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 the dark streets.
Runnin' a motherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I stumble or lag last.
I'm home so I better haul ass.
up everything in sight.
It's a little motherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now all that chasing shit is and
motherfuckers goin' crazy with
A 100 of Runnin'!

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