Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive

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

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

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

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

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

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

He said, "You hit the man with a brick and punched in the jaw
And left the scene like happened 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 to grab me, so I pushed him on the floor
And ran my black ass and locked the living room door
I did any black kid would have did
But to the of the county, I'm known as a fugitive

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

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

I ran though with the diploma I owned
With cops me all the way till I got home
I got away gain, why, you know I did?
I ran my black ass home and to them I'm still a

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

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 told the judge, "My a good child"
he laughed at my mother and said, "Then take us to trial"

I told my mom and dad I within
If we took Suffix County to court or trial, I know I win
So without a doubt, any black kid in Suffix county
K S O L O had to cop out

To sixteen months in head
Instead of fighting and wilding, I wrote my instead
Comisarry was inmates owed me
would beat me up on shakedowns
But now suckers know me

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