Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

Just like a prisoner, because I'm brown with black skin
A fugitive, running cause I won't give in
And its when it's black on black
Gotta blast another brother trying to scheme on my
For me to be a busta, oh no
Police is a brother like an animal
So I play my cards right, my back
the enemy is scheming, trying to kick a rat pack
Straight up, a gangsta, ain't got time for
me a pusher, dead presidents I'm making
A brother who's young, got the sprung
Police riding my tip, if they catch me I'm
But no, I don't sleep as they creep. a peep out the scene
Cause trying to stop the flow of my green
So I keep stepping, and bailing because a brother is up on it
Catch me if you can cause fool, Eiht is

I up my kicks, because a brother's on the run
Chase me down with a gun, because my weigh a ton
Now I'm sweating cause you're me big time
Hang me up by a rope for my murder
No shorts given, that's how I'm in the ninety-one
my car in, and smoking with my Mike gun
Pop off two lyrics so can slack up
If it too deep Mike's got the back up
Packin' tools, droppin' fools, I'm from
So that should be your first
Here comes the of the weak, so don't sneak
If you do, Eiht'll take two to cheek
So don't get if you a victim
Got a of gangsta rhymes so let me kick em
Geah, I be stopped, cause I'm up on it
And a brother Eiht's still wanted

So now I faster, not because I want to, cause I got ta
Now your after me because I grabbed my mike and shot a-
Nother sucker dead, lyrics to your head
bite, no. The Compton psycho
Quick on the gank, so you get shanked
And I need a gat just to jack your bank
Another stick-up kid just got
Try to double cross the Eiht you'll be up daisies
Or you can get the
From the forty that's on the ground, so I clown
So your mad, but your bad and you your luck
But you still wanna nag, yeah you'll get
So who's got the funk?
And illegal if you bump it too loud in your trunk
So now you know Eiht's your top rap dealer
But you a punk ass New Jack
why I'm wanted

The against me. So now its time to break
Seconds tick off the clock so I don't
I gots to keep on steppin', don't run breath
Cause if I slow down it might spell death
I confuse the mark, him off the trail
This ain't no picnic punk you hell
known as Rambro, not afraid
Mike T starts the gat, a hand grenade
And who's got the
Just can't do me your getting done
is the nigga eating them up
Yeah that's my cue so I start but
And you don't want to witness the rage
Trapped like a rat in a snake cage
Boy you dis the crew, geah you it
Now I hunt you down because your