Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive

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

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

I suck my finger up, I said, "His mother" and kept
His friend told his other friend, "Hey Cauky, 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 big fat brick
no time to waste I put the brick in my hand
And then the biker the chain fell out of his hand

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

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

He said, "You hit the man with a and punched another in the jaw
And left the scene nothing 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, this makes an offense"

He to grab me, so I pushed him on the floor
And ran my black ass home and the living room door
I did what any black kid 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 miss another day Mrs. Cann I wouldn't graduate
I didn't go a lot, that didn't I didn't care
I had to come to school more 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 be straight
Find out my cops came and tried to put me on the gate

I ran though with the that I owned
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 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, I was in jail through Friday
When you're black and you're in trouble man does your lawyer get
Then my told the judge, "My son's a good child"
Then he laughed at my mother and said, "Then us to trial"

I my mom and dad I felt 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 head
Instead of fighting and wilding, I wrote my instead
Comisarry was [unverified] inmates me
CO's would beat me up on
But now those suckers me

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