Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

Just like a prisoner, because I'm brown with black skin
A fugitive, running cause I just won't in
And its hard when it's on black
Gotta blast another trying to scheme on my stack
For me to be a busta, oh no
Police is hunting a brother an animal
So I play my cards right, my back
Because the is scheming, trying to kick a rat pack
Straight up, a gangsta, got time for faking
Label me a pusher, presidents I'm making
A brother who's young, got the neighborhood
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
me if you can cause fool, Eiht is wanted

I lace up my kicks, a brother's on the run
Chase me down with a gun, because my lyrics a ton
Now I'm cause you're sweating me big time
Hang me up by a rope for my rhyme
No shorts given, how I'm living in the ninety-one
Slide my car in, and with my Mike gun
Pop off two so they can slack up
If it gets too deep Mike's got the up
Packin' tools, droppin' fools, I'm from
So that should be your first
Here the pick 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 so let me kick em
Geah, I can't be stopped, I'm up on it
And a brother like Eiht's still

So now I break faster, not I want to, cause I got ta
Now homies after me because I grabbed my mike and shot a-
Nother sucker dead, lyrics straight to head
bite, no. The Compton psycho
Quick on the gank, so you might get
And I don't need a gat just to your bank
Another kid just got crazy
Try to cross the Eiht you'll be pushing 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 press your
But you wanna nag, yeah you'll get stuck
So who's got the Compton
And it's if you bump it too loud in your trunk
So now you know Eiht's your top rap dealer
But you a ass New Jack squealer
why I'm wanted

The odds against me. So now its to break
Seconds tick off the clock so I fake
I gots to keep on steppin', don't run breath
Cause if I slow down it might spell death
I the mark, throw him off the trail
This ain't no punk you picked hell
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 punk your getting
Eiht is the eating them up
Yeah that's my cue so I kicking but
And you don't to witness the Compton rage
just like a rat in a snake cage
Boy you dis the crew, you flaunt it
Now I hunt you down because your