Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

Just like a prisoner, because I'm brown with some black
A fugitive, running I just won't give in
And its hard it's black on black
Gotta blast brother trying to scheme on my stack
For me to be a busta, oh no
is hunting a brother like an animal
So I my cards right, watch my back
Because the enemy is scheming, trying to kick a rat
Straight up, a gangsta, ain't got time for
Label me a pusher, dead 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. Take a peep out the
they 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 fool, Eiht is wanted

I lace up my kicks, because a on the run
Chase me down with a gun, my lyrics weigh a ton
Now I'm cause you're sweating me big time
me up by a rope for my murder rhyme
No shorts given, that's how I'm living in the
Slide my car in, and smoking with my gun
Pop off two lyrics so they can up
If it gets too deep got the back up
Packin' tools, fools, I'm from Compton
So should be your first rule
Here comes the pick of the weak, so sneak
If you do, Eiht'll take two to your
So get uptight 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 like Eiht's still wanted

So now I break faster, not I want to, cause I got ta
Now your homies me because I grabbed my mike and shot a-
Nother sucker dead, lyrics straight to your
Cannot bite, no. The psycho
Quick on the gank, so you get shanked
And I don't need a gat just to your bank
Another stick-up kid 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 bad and you press your luck
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 your
So now you that Eiht's your top rap dealer
But you a punk ass New squealer
That's why I'm

The odds against me. So now its to break
Seconds tick off the so I don't fake
I gots to keep on steppin', 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 picked
Better as Rambro, not afraid
Mike T starts the gat, Eiht's a grenade
And got the four-one-one?
Just can't do me your getting done
Eiht is the nigga eating up
Yeah that's my cue so I start but
And you don't want to witness the Compton
Trapped just a rat in a snake cage
Boy you dis the crew, you flaunt it
Now I hunt you down your wanted