Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles And Running

And why do we call ourself 4 Life'?
'Cause if we die we gon' be some dead niggas
You don't really you're gonna get away, do you?
We haven't them yet
But somewhere in the immediate vicinity

A 100 miles 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 give a fuck

are usually not good
'Cause I freeze my hands on a hot hood
And gettin' jacked by the
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 we said in the past
Point blank, they can my black azz

I didn't stutter when I said, 'Fuck Tha
it's hard for a nigga to get peace
Now broken and can't be fixed
'Cause and little black niggers don't 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 hold it in the air
MC Ren has a 100 miles of runnin'

Into news, four fugitives are on the run
F.B.I. sources tell us the four are headed
100 miles to their base, Compton
me a mutherfuckin' ear, so I can tell you why

Runnin' my brothers, headed for the home base
With a steady pace on the that just we raced
The road goes on and on
The is gettin' longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon

Runnin' on but runnin' out
Stayin' and if I get tired, I can still try out
Hitchhikin' if that's it gotta do
But pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude

Confused, yo but Dre's a with nuthin' to lose
One of the few who's been accused and
Of the crime of poisonin' minds
But you don't know shit 'til you in my shoes

And Dre is back the C P T
some shit that's D O P E
So the P O L I C E
And any motherfucker disagrees

Stuck and hard, hauling ass
I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past
My was slick, my temper was too quick
Now the F.B.I.'s all over my

Got us tick and runnin' to find the gun that started the clock
That's the E jumped off the startin' block
A 100 miles from home and yo, it's a stretch
A little sprintin' motherfucker that they won't

Yeah, back to Compton
Yo, it's either that or the Pen
'Cause niggas runnin' since beginning of time
Takin' a to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind

Runnin' like I just care
Compton's 50 miles but yo, I'ma get
Archin' my back and on a straight
Just Carl Lewis, I'm ballin' the fuck out

city to city, I'm a menace as I pass by
Rippin' up shit so you can remember
I'm a straight up nigga done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo' ass, a 100 miles and

This one goes out to the brothers from Compton
almost there but the F.B.I. has a little message for you
Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to
luck, brothers

Runnin' like a nigga, I hate to
Show me on the news but I hate to be
I it was a setup, so now I'm gonna get up
Even if the F.B.I. wants me to up

But got 10,000 niggas strong
They got everybody my 'Fuck Tha Police' song
And while they treat my like dirt
Their fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts

So run 'til I can't run no more
it's time for MC Ren to settle the score
I got a to kick down doors
At my like a slave even if the Ren calls

Clouds are and brothers are hidin'
at the sunny, motherfucker's are ridin'
Started with five and yo, one take it
So now four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it

The number's even, now I'm
We're never gettin' took by a with a weave in
Her and the troops are right me
But they're so stupid, they'll never find me

One more mile to go through the streets
Runnin' like a on my own two feet
But you know I never stumble or lag
I'm almost home, so I haul ass

Tearin' up everything in
It's a little crazy dodging the searchlight
Now chase, the shit, is done and
Four motherfuckers goin' crazy with a 100 miles of

Stop, stop, stop,
Surprise,