Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles and Runnin'

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

A 100 and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I the gun and
You want me to kill a and it's 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 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, three more brothers, I mean 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 it's and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' the fall.
like 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 of Runnin'

"Into news. Four fugitives are on the run."
"FBI sources us that 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 pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer the motherfuckin' marathon.
on but never runnin' out.
Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can try out.
Hitchhikin' if what it gotta do.
But nobody's pickin' up a 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 don't know shit til you 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.
'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 just to find 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 motherfucker that they won't catch.
Yeah, to Compton again.
Yo, it's that or the Federal pen.
niggas been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you on my motherfuckin' mind.
Runnin' like I just care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, get there.
Archin' my back and on a rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the out.
From to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit so you can remember I'm
A up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and

one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
You're there, but the FBI has a little message 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.
They got everybody 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.
'Cause time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a to kick down doors.
At my grave like a even if the Ren calls.

Clouds are dark and are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny are ridin'.
Started with five and, yo, one couldn't it.
So now there's four 'cause the 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 right me.
But so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me.

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

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