Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive

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

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

I suck my finger up, I said, "His mother" and 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 hand and the in his eye

I said, "I'm in trouble, let me think 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 he didn't know was he was in for a fight
The right in his jaw, he fell on the
The kid I hit the brick before said, "Don't hit him anymore"

I put my down, left him on the ground
Everything was cool till the cops 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 punched in the jaw
And left the scene like nothing happened and then 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 grab me, so I pushed him on the
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 couldn't be
If I another day Mrs. Cann said I wouldn't graduate
I didn't go a lot, that didn't mean I didn't
I had to come to school more often to try next year

that, I went to school and I tried
You know to hide the cops to June of '85
I get my diploma and things would be
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 what I did?
I ran my ass home and to them I'm still a fugitive

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

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

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

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

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