Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

Just like a prisoner, because I'm brown some black skin
A fugitive, cause I just won't give in
And its hard it's black on black
Gotta blast another brother 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 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
riding my tip, if they catch me I'm hung
But no, I don't sleep as creep. Take a peep out the scene
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, because my lyrics a ton
Now I'm sweating cause you're sweating me big
me up by a rope for my murder rhyme
No given, that's how I'm living in the ninety-one
Slide my car in, and smoking with my gun
Pop off two lyrics so they can up
If it gets too Mike's got the back up
Packin' tools, fools, I'm from Compton
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 gang of rhymes so let me kick em
Geah, I be stopped, cause I'm up on it
And a brother like still wanted

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

The odds against me. So now its to break
Seconds tick off the clock so I don't
I gots to keep on steppin', don't run breath
if I slow down punk it might spell death
I the mark, throw him off the trail
This ain't no punk you picked hell
known as Rambro, not afraid
Mike T starts the gat, Eiht's a hand
And who's got the
Just do me punk 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 like a rat in a cage
Boy you dis the crew, you flaunt it
Now I hunt you down because your