Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

Just like a prisoner, because I'm brown some black skin
A fugitive, running cause I just 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 hunting a brother an animal
So I play my cards right, watch my
the enemy is scheming, trying to kick a rat pack
Straight up, a gangsta, ain't got time for
Label me a pusher, presidents I'm making
A who's young, got the neighborhood 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 they to stop the flow of my green
So I keep stepping, and bailing hard a brother is up on it
Catch me if you can cause fool, is wanted

I lace up my kicks, a brother's on the run
me down with a gun, because my lyrics weigh a ton
Now I'm sweating cause you're me big time
Hang me up by a rope for my rhyme
No given, that's how I'm living in the ninety-one
Slide my car in, and smoking my Mike gun
Pop off two lyrics so they can up
If it gets too deep Mike's got the up
Packin' tools, droppin' fools, I'm Compton
So should be your first rule
Here comes the of the weak, so don't sneak
If you do, Eiht'll take two to your
So don't get uptight if you a
Got a gang of gangsta rhymes so let me 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 homies me because I grabbed my mike and shot a-
Nother dead, lyrics straight to your head
Cannot bite, no. The Compton
Quick on the gank, so you get shanked
And I don't need a gat just to jack bank
stick-up kid just got crazy
Try to double cross the Eiht you'll be up daisies
Or you can get the
From the forty poured on the ground, so I clown
So your mad, but your bad and you press your
But you wanna nag, yeah you'll get stuck
So who's got the funk?
And it's illegal if you bump it too loud in trunk
So now you know Eiht's your top rap dealer
But you a punk ass New squealer
why I'm wanted

The odds against me. So now its time to
Seconds tick off the clock so I fake
I gots to on steppin', don't run outta breath
if I slow down punk 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 punk getting done
is the nigga eating them up
Yeah my cue so I start kicking but
And you don't to witness the Compton rage
Trapped just a rat in a snake cage
Boy you dis the crew, you flaunt it
Now I hunt you down because wanted