Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles And Running

And why do we call 'Niggaz 4 Life'?
'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead
You don't really think you're 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 want me to kill a and it's done in
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and
Is one of the reasons, I don't give a fuck

are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot
And jacked by the you-know-who
in a black and white the capacity 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 take our heads for what we in the past
blank, they can kizz my black azz

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

So now I'm creepin' the fall
Runnin' like a team, well, see, I have slayed y'all
So for now the gun and hold it in the air
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 miles of

Into this news, fugitives are on the run
F.B.I. sources tell us that the are headed
100 miles to their home base,
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 just we raced
The road goes on and on
The shit is gettin' longer the mutherfuckin' marathon

on but never 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 Witta Attitude

Confused, yo but a nigga with nuthin' to lose
One of the few been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin' minds
But you know shit 'til you been in my shoes

And Dre is from the C P T
Droppin' shit that's D O P E
So the P O L I C E
And any motherfucker that

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

Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that the clock
when the E jumped off the startin' block
A 100 miles home and yo, it's a long stretch
A little sprintin' motherfucker that they catch

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

Runnin' like I just don't
Compton's 50 miles but yo, I'ma get
Archin' my back and on a straight
like Carl Lewis, I'm ballin' the fuck out

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

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

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

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

So I'ma run 'til I run no more
'Cause time for MC Ren to settle the score
I got a urge to down doors
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren

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

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

One more mile to go the dark streets
Runnin' a motherfucker on my own two feet
But you I never stumble or lag last
I'm almost home, so I better ass

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

Stop, stop, stop,
Surprise,