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 a motherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm to kill and destruct,
Is one of the main reasons I don't a fuck.
are usually not good
'Cause I with my hands on a hot hood.
And jacked 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 our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank, can kiss my black ass.
I didn't stutter I said "Fuck The Police".
it's hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and black niggers don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' the fall.
Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might 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 sources tell us the four are headed"
"100 to their homebase, Compton."

me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can you why

Runnin' with my brothers, for the home base.
With a steady pace on the 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.
Hitchhikin' if that's what it do.
But nobody's up a Nigga Witta Attitude.

Yo, but Dre's a nigga with to lose.
One of the few who's accused and abused
Of the of poisonin' young minds.
But you know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is from the see-P-T.
Droppin' some shit D-O-P-E.
So the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, ass.
I'm a nigga 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 started the clock.
That's the E jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, a long stretch.
A little sprintin' motherfucker they won't catch.
Yeah, to Compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the pen.
'Cause niggas been runnin' beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mind.
Runnin' like I just care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, get there.
Archin' my and on a straight rough.
like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.
From city to city I'm a as I pass by.
Rippin' up just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and
at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and

This one goes out to the 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.
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 they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole family is wearin' our T-shirts.
So run til I can't run no more.
'Cause it's time for MC Ren to the score.
I got a urge to kick doors.
At my grave like a slave if the Ren calls.

Clouds are and brothers are hidin'.
at the sunny motherfucker's are ridin'.
Started five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
So now four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it.
The even, now I'm leavin'.
We're gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are 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 stumble or lag last.
I'm almost so I better haul ass.
up everything in sight.
It's a little motherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now all that chasing is done and
Four goin' crazy with
A 100 of Runnin'!

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