Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive

I ran like a in '85
Cops tried to me 'cause all of 'em said
I beat up other men who were bigger than me
Was it I was black and they were W H I T E

Here I was down the block
I these two big bikers standing by the biker's shop
seen it was me so to make theyself feel bigger
One got bad bold, pointed and called me a

I my finger up, I said, "His mother" and kept stepping
His friend his other friend, "Hey Cauky, let's get him"
I to my back to my surprise
One had a chain in his and the Devil in his eye

I said, "I'm in trouble, let me real quick"
I looked down at the ground and got this big fat
With no to waste I put the brick in my hand
And the biker took the chain fell out of his hand

his friend Crotty said, "Cauky, are you alright?"
But what he didn't know was he was in for a
The right in his jaw, he fell on the
The kid I hit with the brick said, "Don't hit him anymore"

I put my brick down, left him on the
Everything was cool till the came around
said, "You're under arrest for assault 2 and 3"
I at the copper and said, "Explain this to me"

He said, "You hit the man with a brick and another in the jaw
And left the scene like nothing and then they called the law"
I laughed in his face, I said, "This don't make
It was two against my black ass, makes this an offense"

He tried to me, so I pushed him on the floor
And ran my black ass home and locked the living door
I did what any black kid have did
But to the coppers of the county, I'm known as a

I had to go to school, I couldn't be
If I miss another day Mrs. Cann said I wouldn't
I didn't go a lot, that mean I didn't care
I had to come to school more to try again next year

that, I went to school and I tried
You know to hide from the cops to of '85
I get my diploma and would be straight
Find out my graduation came and tried to put me on the gate

I ran though with the diploma that I
With cops chasing me all the way till I got
I got away gain, why, you know what I
I ran my black ass home and to I'm still a fugitive

Two went by, me running from the cops
My mom at my dad, my dad said, "Son, this has gotta stop"
Dad gave me money, he said, "Son, is for ya"
I went to Garden to go get me a lawyer

I went to jail, Monday I was in through Friday
When you're black and you're in trouble man does your lawyer get
Then my moms the judge, "My son's a good child"
Then he at my mother and said, "Then take us to trial"

I told my mom and dad I within
If we took County to court or trial, I know I wouldn't win
So without a doubt, like any kid in Suffix county
K S O L O had to cop out

To sixteen in River head
Instead of and wilding, I wrote my records instead
Comisarry was [unverified] inmates me
CO's would beat me up on
But now those know me

And I laugh at cops who arrest me for what I did
'Cause I'm and no longer am I a fugitive