Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles and Runnin'

"You don't really think gonna get away, do you?"
"We haven't them yet."
"But they're somewhere in the 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 stereotyped to and destruct,
Is one of the main reasons I give a fuck.
Chances are 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.
blank, They can kiss my black ass.
I didn't stutter when I "Fuck The Police".
'Cause it's hard for a to get peace.
Now it's and can't be fixed.
police and little black niggers don't mix so
Now I'm through 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."

Lend me a 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 road ahead on and on.
The is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but runnin' out.
Stayin' and if I get tired, I can still try out.
if that's what it gotta do.
But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Attitude.

Yo, but Dre's a nigga with to lose.
One of the few who's been and abused
Of the of poisonin' young 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 that disagrees.
and runnin' hard, hauling ass.
'Cause I'm a nigga for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my was too quick.
Now the all over my dick.

Got us tick and runnin' just to the gun that started the clock.
That's the E jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 Miles from and ,yo, it's a long stretch.
A little sprintin' 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.
like I just 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 to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's in, gunnin' and comin'
at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and

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

Runnin' like a 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.
if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I've got 10 000 strong.
They got 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 to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave if the Ren calls.

Clouds are 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'.
never gettin' 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 the dark streets.
Runnin' a motherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I 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 chasing shit is done and
Four goin' crazy with
A 100 of Runnin'!

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