Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles And Running

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

A 100 and runnin', MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a motherfucker and done in
I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct
Is one of the reasons, I don't give a fuck

Chances are not good
'Cause I freeze with my on a hot hood
And gettin' by the you-know-who
When in a and white the capacity is two

not alone, we're three 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 kizz my black azz

I didn't when I said, 'Fuck Tha Police'
'Cause it's hard for a to get peace
Now it's broken and be fixed
'Cause police and little niggers don't mix

So now I'm creepin' through the
like a team, well, see, I might have slayed y'all
So for now pack the gun and it in the air
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 of runnin'

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

Runnin' with my brothers, for the home base
With a steady pace on the face that just we
The road ahead on and on
The shit is longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon

Runnin' on but runnin' out
Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can try out
Hitchhikin' if that's what it do
But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta

Confused, yo but Dre's a with nuthin' to lose
One of the few who's been and abused
Of the crime of young minds
But you don't shit 'til you been 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 that

Stuck and runnin' hard, ass
'Cause I'm a known for havin' a notorious past
My was slick, my temper was too quick
Now the F.B.I.'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, it's a stretch
A little motherfucker that they won't catch

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

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

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

This one out to the four brothers from Compton
You're almost there but the F.B.I. has a message for you
Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to
Good luck,

Runnin' a nigga, I hate to lose
me on the news but I hate to be abused
I know it was a setup, so now I'm get up
if the F.B.I. wants me to shut up

But I've got 10,000 strong
They got everybody singin' my 'Fuck Tha song
And while they treat my group like
Their fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts

So I'ma run I can't run no more
'Cause it's for MC Ren to settle the score
I got a urge to kick down
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren

Clouds are dark and brothers are
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny, motherfucker's are
Started with five and yo, one couldn't it
So now there's four 'cause the couldn't make it

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

One more mile to go through the streets
Runnin' like a on my own two feet
But you know I stumble or lag last
I'm almost home, so I haul ass

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

Stop, stop, stop,
Surprise,